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 ever 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

He'll never ever fight 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

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 ever fight over you