Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground, where an old man of Aaron goes around and around.
I've got two strong arms, blessing the Babylon time, to carry untried for sins and false alarms.
So to America to bring.
Wise men.
Insane.
Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground, where an old man of Aaron 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've got two strong arms, blessing the Babylon time, to carry untried for sins and false alarms.
I've got two strong arms, blessing the Babylon time, for a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and a right.
For a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and a right
We'll never, never fight over
I've got plans for us
Nights in the scullery and days
Instead of me, I only know what to discuss
Hope or anything but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see
This is a valentine
I'm just a son of mine to be
From now on
I'm burning his story
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fall
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
We'll never, never fight over
We'll never, never fight over you
I've got time to give
Slide up some corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on Hooper Hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise men's child
Guess I'm a
Thank you.
Thank you.