I got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon time
To carry on and try
For sins and false alarms

So to America the brave
Wise men says
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
He'll never, never fight over you
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
He'll never, never fight over you