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
He
never
ever
fight
over
you
(He
never
ever
fight)
Near
a
tree
by
a
river
Where
an
old
man
of
Aran
And
his
mind
is
a
beacon
For
a
strange
kind
of
fashion
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
He
never
ever
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
He
never
ever
fight
over
you
He
never
ever
fight
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