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      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   And he'll never fight over you      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   And he'll never fight over you      I 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   And he'll 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 mens child