The Riddle - Nik Kershaw

I´ve got two strong arms, 
Blessings of Babylon, 
Time to carry on, and try 
For sins and false alarms, 
So do 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´ve got plans for us, 
Nights in the scullery, 
And days instead of me. 
I only know what to discuss, 
Of for anything but light, 
Wise men fighting over you. 

It´s not me you see, 
Pieces of valentine, 
With 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. 

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.