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
There's a hole in the ground
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 ever fight over you
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
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
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 ever fight over you
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 ever fight over you
