The Riddle — Nik Kershaw

i got two strong arms blessings of babylon with time to carry on and try for sins and 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 over you