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 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.