Ive 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 Theres 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 Theres a wrong and a right But hell 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 Its not me you see Pieces of valentine And just a song of mine To keep from burning history Seasons of gasoline and gold Wise men fold 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 Theres 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 Theres a wrong and a right But hell never, never fight
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