The Riddle (Extended) Lyrics

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground.
Where an old man of iron goes around and around.
And his mind he's 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
Where an old man of iron
And his mind he's 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 iron goes around and around.
And his mind he's 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 iron goes around and around.
And his mind he's 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.