The Riddle

I got two strong arms
 Blessings of Babylon
 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
 Oh, 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 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 men's child
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 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
 No he'll never, never fight over you