I
got two strong arms,
blessings of Babylon tied,
to carry on and try,
for sings and falls
alarms,
so to Mary God of brave.
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 this mine 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.
It's not me you see,
seasons of gasoline and gold.
Wise men fall,
near a tree by the river,
there's a hole in the ground,
where an old man of Aaron goes around and around,
and this mine 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 this mine 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.
Near a tree by a river,
there's a hole in the ground,
where an old man of Aaron goes around and around,
and this mine 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.
No, he'll never never fight over you.