Nik Kershaw The Riddle

The riddle 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 Wise men fighting 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. I got time to kill Sly looks in corridors Without a plan of yours A blackbird