The Riddle - Thunderstone

I got to strong arms

Blessings of Babylon

With time to carry on

And try

For sins and false alarms

So to America the brave

wise men say

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

O 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

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

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

but he'll never, never fight over you