The Riddle Lyrics - Singles - Nik Kershaw

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, 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 

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 

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 

No he'll never, never fight over you