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