I got two strong arms,
Blessings of Babylon,
With time to carry on and try
For sins and false alarms
So to America the brave!
Wise men save.
Near a tree by a river
There’s a hole in the ground,
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around.
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There’s a wrong and a right
But he’ll never, never fight over you.
I got plans for us —
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me.
I only know, what to discuss
Of for anything, but light
Wise men fighting over you.
It’s not me, you see
Pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold.
Wise men fold.
Near a tree by a river
There’s a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There’s a wrong and a right
But he’ll never, never fight over you.
I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild,
Wise mens child.
Near a tree by a river
There’s a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There’s a wrong and a right
But he’ll never, never fight over you.
