i got two strong arms 
blessings of babylon 
with time to carry on 
and try 
for sins and 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 
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 

near a tree by a river 
there's a hole in the ground 
where a old man of aran 
goes around an 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 
near a tree by a river 
there's a hole in the ground 
where a old man of aran 
goes around an 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 day 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