I've got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon
Time to carry on
And try for sings and false alarms
So to America the brave
Wise Men Say

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
They'll never never fight over you

I've got plans for us
Nights in the scullery and days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Hope 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 blessing and gold
Wise men fold

Near a tree by the river there's a whole 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
He'll never never fight over you

I've got time to kill
Silence in corridors without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise man's child