The Riddle - Nik Kershaw

Lyrics by：Nicholas Kershaw

Composed by：Nicholas Kershaw

Produced by：Peter Collins

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 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

And 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 sings on bluebird hill

Thanks to the calling of the wild

Wild wild wild wild

Wise men's child

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

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

No he'll never never fight over you