Nik Kershaw - The Riddle lyrics

I got two strong arms. Blessings of Babylon Time to carry on Try for sins and false alarms So to American the brave Wise man save. Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground. Where an old man a baron 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 Oh 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 . . . 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 wise mens child. Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground . . . Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground . . . No He'll never Never fight over you.

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