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

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

[Verse 2]
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      Fmaj7   Bb  A              
I got time to kill, sly looks in 
D
corridors,
    G     F
without a plan of yours.
  E                  Am  Bm   C
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill,
D             C              Bb  
thanks to the calling of the 
Eb Cm   Dm    Eb   F
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           
I got plans for us, nights in the 
D
scullery
    Bm     G
and days instead of me.
  F#m  E         A     B    C#m
I only know what to discuss, 
      D            E#m  A#m
oh, for anything but light,
Bm   C#m D        E    F#m E
wise men fighting over you.
         A      B    C#m    
It's not me you see, pieces of 
   D
valentine,
     Bm     G                F#m 
with just a song of mine, to keep
      E       A    B
 from burning history.
C#m        D            E#m A#m 
Seasons of gasoline and gold,   
Bm   C#m D
wise men fold.

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

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