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
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
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.