The Riddle

| F#m E | A B | F#m E | D A |
| F#m E | A B | F#m E | D A | Bm C#m D E |
| F#m E | A B | F#m E | D A | F#m E      | A B | F#m E | D A |
| Bm C#m D E | F#m E

[Verse 1]
      A          B     C#m          D
I got two strong arms, blessings of Babylon,
Bm      G            F#m     E        A      B
time to carry on and try for sins and false alarms.
C#m    D          E#m  A#m Bm   C#m D
So to America the brave,   wise men sail.

[Chorus]
E      F#m       E                A           B
Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground,
        F#m        E           D          A
where a old man of Arran goes around and around
       F#m       E             A           B
in his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night.
      F#m             E                  D           A
For a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and a right,
          Bm     C#m   D     E    G   C
but he'll never, never fight over you.

[Verse 2]
      Fmaj7   Bb  A              D
I got time to kill, sly looks in corridors,
    G     F
without a plan of yours.
  E                  Am  Bm   C
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill,
D             C              Bb  Eb Cm   Dm    Eb   F
thanks to the calling of the wild,  wise man's child.

[Instrumental]
| F#m E | A B | F#m E | D A | F#m E | A B | F#m E | D A |
| Bm C#m D E | F#m | F#m E

[Verse 3]
      A         B   C#m           D
I got plans for us, nights in the scullery
    Bm     G
and days instead of me.
  F#m  E         A     B    C#m      D            E#m  A#m
I only know what to discuss, oh, for anything but light,
Bm   C#m D        E    F#m E
wise men fighting over you.
         A      B    C#m       D
It's not me you see, pieces of valentine,
     Bm     G                F#m       E       A    B
with just a song of mine, to keep from burning history.
C#m        D            E#m A#m Bm   C#m D
Seasons of gasoline and gold,   wise men fold.

[Chorus]
E      F#m       E                A           B
Near a tree by a river, there's a hole in the ground,
        F#m        E           D          A
where a old man of Arran goes around and around
       F#m       E             A           B
in his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night.
      F#m             E                  D           A
For a strange kind of fashion, there's a wrong and a right,
          Bm     C#m   D     E    G   C
but he'll never, never fight over you.

[Verse 4]
      Fmaj7   Bb    A            D
I got time to kill, sly looks in corridors,
    G     F
without a plan of yours.
  E                  Am  Bm   C
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill,
D             C              Bb  Eb Cm   Dm    Eb   F
thanks to the calling of the wild,  wise man's child...