The Riddle Songtext
von Marco van Bassken

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
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

Wise man save

Near a tree by a river
There′s a hole in the ground
Where a old man of aran
Goes around an 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
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where a old man of aran
Goes around an 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


It′s not me you see
Pieces of valentine
With 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

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