the riddle

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 iron 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 and 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 iron 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

near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
where an old man of iron 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

near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
where an old man of iron 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
no, he'll never, never fight over you