The riddle Songtext
von Cécile Corbel

I got two strong arms, blessings of Babylon
Time to carry on and try
For sins and false alarms
Sold in America the brave
Wise men save me

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
Oh, for anything but light
Wise men fightin' over you


It's not me you see
Pieces of Valentine is 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 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 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 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