Publisher: RONDOR MUSIC (LONDON) LTD (BMI)
There's a wrong and a right
For a strange kind of fashion
Goes around and around
But he'll never, never fight over you
So to America the brave
But he'll never, never fight over you
I only know what to discuss of for anything but light
It's not me you see pieces of valentine
Where an old man of saran
And his mind is a beacon
Songwriter: Nick Kershaw
With time to carry on and try for sins and alarms
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Seasons of gasoline and gold
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
And days instead of me
For a strange kind of fashion
Wise men fighting over you
There's a wrong and a right
There's a wrong and a right
There's a hole in the ground
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
Without a plan of yours a blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Near a tree by a river
Near a tree by a river
Near a tree by a river
I got time to kill sly looks in corridors
Wise mens child
But he'll never, never fight over you
There's a hole in the ground
Goes around and around
Wise men save
Wise men fold
Where an old man of saran
Where an old man of saran
With just a song of mine to keep from burning history
There's a hole in the ground
I got two strong arms blessings of Babylon
I got plans for us nights in the scullery
In the veil of the night