I got two strong arms. Blessings of Babylon time to carry on
and try for sins and false alarms so to American the brave wise man save.
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground. Where an old man of Erin 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 . . .
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.
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground . . . Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground . . . No he'll never never fight over you.