Letra The riddle Nik Kershaw

The riddle

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.