The Riddle

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aaron 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 Aaron 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 two strong arms Blessings of Babylon time To carry on and try for sins and for alarms So to America the great Wise men say Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aaron 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 Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aaron 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