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Nik Kershaw, the original creator of the song, claims the song’s lyrics have no meaning at all, simply being a “guide vocal” thrown together to fit the music. Kershaw has stated:
“In short, ‘The Riddle’ is nonsense, rubbish, bollocks, the confused ramblings of an 80s popstar.”
[Verse 1]
I got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon
Time to carry on
And try for sins and false alarms
So, to America, the brave
Wise men save
[Chorus]
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
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Oh, for anything, but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see
Pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
[Chorus]
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
[Bridge]
I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise mens' child
The Riddle was written by Nik Kershaw.
The Riddle was produced by Gigi D’Agostino.