The Riddle

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'll never, never fight over you. I got two strong arms, blessings of Babylon. Time to carry on, And try for sins and false Alarms. So To America the brave. 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.