The Riddle

Tom: A
Intro: 
[x1] F#m / E / A / B / F#m / E / D / A 
[x1] F#m / E / A / B / F#m / E / D / A / Bm / A / D / E / F#m / E 

I've got [A]two strong [B]arms, [C#m]blessings of [D]Babylon
with [Bm]time to [G]carry on and [F#m]try for [E]sins and [A]false al[B]arms
[C#m]So to A[D]merica the [D#]brave
[Bm]wise [A]men [D]save
 

[E]Near a [F#m]tree by a [E]river is a [A]hole in the [B]ground,
where an [F#m]old man of [E]?arran? goes a[D]round and a[A]round
And his [F#m]mind is a [E]beacon in the [A]veil of the [B]night,
for a [F#m]strange kind of [E]fashion there's a [D]wrong and a [A]right
But I'll [Bm]never [A]ever [D]fight [E]over [F#m]you [E]

I've got [A]plans for [B]us, [C#m]nights in the [D]scullery 
and [Bm]days in[G]stead of me, I [F#m]only [E]know what [A]to dis[B]cuss, 
[C#m]oh, for [D]anything but [D#]light
[Bm]wise [A]men [D]fighting [E]over [F#m]you
[E]It's not [A]me you [B]see, 
[C#m]seasons of [D]gasoline and [D#]gold
[Bm]wise [A]men [D]fold

[E]Near a [F#m]tree by a [E]river is a [A]hole in the [B]ground,
where an [F#m]old man of [E]aron[?] goes a[D]round and a[A]round
And his [F#m]mind is a [E]beacon in the [A]veil of the [B]night,
for a [F#m]strange kind of [E]fashion there's a [D]wrong and a [A]right
But I'll [Bm]never [A]ever [D]fight [E]over [G]you 

[C]I've got [F]time to [Bb]kill, [A]sly looks in [D]corridors with[G]out a 
[F]plan of yours,
a [Esus]blackbird [E]sings on [Am]Blue[G]bird[C]hill
[D]thanks for the calling of the [Bb]wild [D#]
[Cm]wise [Bb]men's [D#]child [F]
[Middle Part with bagpipes etc.]

[F]Near a [Gm]tree by a [F]river is a [Bb]hole in the [C]ground,
where an [Gm]old man of [F]?arran? goes a[D#]round and a[Bb]round
And his [Gm]mind is a [F]beacon in the [Bb]veil of the [C]night,
for a [Gm]strange kind of [F]fashion there's a [D#]wrong and a [Bb]right
But he'll [Cm]never [Bb]ever [D#]fight... 
[F]Near a [Gm]tree by a [F]river is a [Bb]hole in the [C]ground,
where an [Gm]old man of [F]?arran? goes a[D#]round and a[Bb]round
And his [Gm]mind is a [F]beacon in the [Bb]veil of the [C]night,
for a [Gm]strange kind of [F]fashion there's a [D#]wrong and a [Bb]right
But he'll [Cm]never [Bb]ever [D#]fight [F]over [Cm]you [Bb] [D#]
[F]No he'll [Cm]never [Bb]ever [D#]fight [F]over [Gm]you.