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
 [bad word] ]
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
 [bad word] 

I got time to kill 
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise men’s child
 [bad word]