I got two strong arms
Blessing of Babylon
Time to
carry on and try
For sins and
false alarms
saw 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 Arran
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
Hope for
anything but light
Wise men fighting
over you
It's not me you see
Pieces of Valentine
and 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 Arran
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 men's child
Near a tree
by a river
there's a hole
in the ground
Where an old
man of Arran
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 Arran
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
No he'll never
never fight
over you