d**h Angel - The riddle lyrics

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 k** sly looks in corridors Without a plan of yours a blackbird sings on bluebird hill Wise mens child 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