The Riddle lyrics

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 iron 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, wise men fighting over you
It's 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

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of iron 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 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 men's child

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of iron 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

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of iron 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