lyrics: 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 And he'll 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 And he'll 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 With 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 And he'll 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
i thought so at first but slowly my taste start changing, maybe every now and then you want to try something different or if you take time watching specific shows
