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 Oh 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
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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
No he'll never, never fight over you