Lyrics Nils van Zandt - The Riddle 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.(the riddle) There's a wrong and a right Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the
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