Paroles

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 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 He'll never, never fight over you Near a tree A hole In his mind Around and around Near a tree And around In his mind Around and around Near a tree, there's a hole In his mind, goes around and around Near a tree, there's a hole In his mind, goes around and around 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 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 Near a tree, there's a hole In his mind, goes around and around Near a tree, there's a hole In his mind, goes around and around He'll never, never fight over you Near a tree A hole In his mind Around and around Near a tree And around In his mind Around and around Near a tree, there's a hole In his mind, goes around and around Near a tree, there's a hole In his mind, goes around and around Near a tree, there's a hole In his mind, goes around and around Near a tree, there's a hole In his mind, goes around and around He'll never, never fight over you
Writer(s): Nicholas David Kershaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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