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
  
  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
  
  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
  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 men's child