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 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

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

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 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

But he'll never ever fight over you