[00:00.00] 作词 : Nic Kershaw
[00:00.00] 作曲 : N. Kershaw
[00:00.00]
[00:58.21]I got two strong arms
[01:00.74]Blessings of Babylon
[01:02.60]Time to carry on and try
[01:05.23]For sins and false alarms
[01:08.20]So to America the brave
[01:12.03]Wise men save
[01:13.40]Near a tree by a river
[01:15.25]There's a hole in the ground
[01:17.17]Where an old man of Aran
[01:19.08]Goes around and around
[01:20.95]And his mind is a beacon
[01:22.87]In the veil of the night
[01:24.69]For a strange kind of fashion
[01:26.60]There's a wrong and a right
[01:28.47]Near a tree by a river
[01:30.33]There's a hole in the ground
[01:32.21]Where an old man of Aran
[01:34.02]Goes around and around
[01:35.94]And his mind is a beacon
[01:37.80]In the veil of the night
[01:39.72]For a strange kind of fashion
[01:41.58]There's a wrong and a right
[01:43.80]And he'll never fight over you
[01:46.65]
[02:04.67]Near a tree by a river
[02:06.54]There's a hole in the ground
[02:08.46]Where an old man of Aran
[02:10.21]Goes around and around
[02:12.13]And his mind is a beacon
[02:13.99]In the veil of the night
[02:15.90]For a strange kind of fashion
[02:17.77]There's a wrong and a right
[02:19.83]Near a tree by a river
[02:21.55]There's a hole in the ground
[02:23.42]Where an old man of Aran
[02:25.34]Goes around and around
[02:27.15]And his mind is a beacon
[02:29.01]In the veil of the night
[02:30.88]For a strange kind of fashion
[02:32.90]There's a wrong and a right
[02:35.06]And he'll never fight over you
[02:37.68]
[02:57.37]I got plans for us nights in the scullery
[03:01.45]And days instead of me
[03:03.67]I only know what to discuss
[03:07.60]Of for anything but light
[03:11.27]Wise men fighting over you
[03:14.44]It's not me you see pieces of valentine
[03:18.57]With just a song of mine
[03:20.61]To keep from burning history
[03:24.59]Seasons of gasoline and gold
[03:28.36]Wise men fold
[03:29.72]Near a tree by a river
[03:31.60]There's a hole in the ground
[03:33.51]Where an old man of Aran
[03:35.32]Goes around and around
[03:37.28]And his mind is a beacon
[03:39.20]In the veil of the night
[03:41.08]For a strange kind of fashion
[03:42.94]There's a wrong and a right
[03:45.32]And he'll never fight over you
[03:48.58]I got time to kill, sly looks in corridors
[03:52.73]Without a plan of yours
[03:54.79]A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
[03:58.52]Thanks to the calling of the wild
[04:02.25]Wise mens child
[04:03.95]

作词 : Nic Kershaw
作曲 : N. Kershaw
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
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
Wise mens child