The Riddle (Steve Modana Radio Edit)

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

La-la-la, la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la, la-la-la

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

La-la-la, la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la, la-la-la

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

La-la-la, la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la, la-la-la

La-la-la, la, la-la-la

But he'll never, never fight over you