The riddle

I got two strong arms

Blessings of Babylon

With 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

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 mens child.