i got two strong arms blessings of babylon with 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 of for anything but light near a tree by a river wise men fighting over you there's a hole in the ground where an old man of aran it's not me you see goes around and around and his mind is a beacon pieces of valentine in the veil of the night with just a song of mine for a strange kind of fashion to keep from burning history there's a wrong and a right but he'll never, never fight over you seasons of gasoline and gold i got time to kill wise men fold 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 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 but he'll never, never fight over you
The Way
