| F#mE | AB | F#mE | DA |
| F#mE | AB | F#mE | DA | BmC#mDE |
| F#mE | AB | F#mE | DA | F#mE | AB | F#mE | DA |
| BmC#mDE | F#mE
[Verse 1]
ABC#mD
I got two strong arms, blessings of Babylon,
BmGF#mEAB
time to carry on and try for sins and false alarms.
C#mDE#mA#mBmC#mD
So to America the brave, wise men sail.
[Chorus]
EF#mEAB
Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground,
F#mEDA
where a old man of Arran goes around and around
F#mEAB
in his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night.
F#mEDA
For a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and a right,
BmC#mDEGC
but he'll never, never fight over you.
[Verse 2]
Fmaj7BbAD
I got time to kill, sly looks in corridors,
GF
without a plan of yours.
EAmBmC
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill,
DCBbEbCmDmEbF
thanks to the calling of the wild, wise man's child.
[Instrumental]
| F#mE | AB | F#mE | DA | F#mE | AB | F#mE | DA |
| BmC#mDE | F#m | F#mE
[Verse 3]
ABC#mD
I got plans for us, nights in the scullery
BmG
and days instead of me.
F#mEABC#mDE#mA#m
I only know what to discuss, oh, for anything but light,
BmC#mDEF#mE
wise men fighting over you.
ABC#mD
It's not me you see, pieces of valentine,
BmGF#mEAB
with just a song of mine, to keep from burning history.
C#mDE#mA#mBmC#mD
Seasons of gasoline and gold, wise men fold.
[Chorus]
EF#mEAB
Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground,
F#mEDA
where a old man of Arran goes around and around
F#mEAB
in his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night.
F#mEDA
For a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and a right,
BmC#mDEGC
but he'll never, never fight over you.
[Verse 4]
Fmaj7BbAD
I got time to kill, sly looks in corridors,
GF
without a plan of yours.
EAmBmC
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill,
DCBbEbCmDmEbF
thanks to the calling of the wild, wise man's child...