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

He'll never, never fight over you

Near a tree
A hole
In his mind
Around and around
Near a tree
And around
In his mind
Around and around
Near a tree, there's a hole
In his mind, goes around and around
Near a tree, there's a hole
In his mind, goes around and around

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

Near a tree, there's a hole
In his mind, goes around and around
Near a tree, there's a hole
In his mind, goes around and around

He'll never, never fight over you

Near a tree
A hole
In his mind
Around and around
Near a tree
And around
In his mind
Around and around
Near a tree, there's a hole
In his mind, goes around and around
Near a tree, there's a hole
In his mind, goes around and around

Near a tree, there's a hole
In his mind, goes around and around
Near a tree, there's a hole
In his mind, goes around and around

He'll never, never fight over you

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Writer(s): Nicholas David Kershaw