Riddle chords and lyrics - NIK KERSHAW

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[Intro 1]
[Em][D][G][A]
[Em][D][C][G]
[Em][D][G][A]
[Em][D][C][G]
[Am][Bm][C][D]

[Verse 1]
[Em]I go[D]t two stro[G]ng arms[A]
[Bm]Blessings of [C]babylon
[Am]Time to [F]carry on and [Em]try
For [D]sins and [G]false a[A]larms
[Bm]So to Am[C]erica the br[C#m]ave[G#m]
[Am]Wise [Bm]men s[C]ave
[D]Near a

[Chorus 1]
[Em]tree by a [D]river
There's a [G]hole in the [A]ground
Where an [Em]old man of [D]aran
Goes a[C]round and a[G]round
And his [Em]mind is a [D]beacon
In the [G]veil of the [A]night
For a [Em]strange kind of [D]fashion
There's a [C]wrong and a [G]right
But he'll [Am]never, [Bm]never [C]fight [D]over

[Verse 2]
[Em](you)
[D]I got pla[G]ns for us[A]
[Bm]Nights in the [C]scullery
And [Am]days in[F]stead of me
I [Em]only [D]know what [G]to dis[A]cuss
[Bm]Oh, for [C]anything but l[C#m]ight[G#m]
[Am]Wise [Bm]men f[C]ighting [D]over

[Verse 3]
[Em](you)
[D]It's not me [G]you see[A]
[Bm]Pieces of [C]valentine and [Am]just a [F]song of mine
To [Em]keep from [D]burning [G]histo[A]ry
[Bm]Seasons of [C]gasoline and [C#m]gold[G#m]
[Am]Wise [Bm]men f[C]old
[D]Near a

[Chorus 2]
[Em]tree by a [D]river
There's a [G]hole in the [A]ground
Where an [Em]old man of [D]aran
Goes a[C]round and a[G]round
And his [Em]mind is a [D]beacon
In the [G]veil of the [A]night
For a [Em]strange kind of [D]fashion
There's a [C]wrong and a [G]right
But he'll [Am]never, [Bm]never [C]fight [D]over

[Bridge 1]
[F](you)
[Bb]I got time[D#] to kill[G#]
[Gm]Sly looks in corri[C]dors
With[F]out a [Cm]plan of yours
A [D]blackbird sings on [Gm]blueb[Am]ird [Bb]hill
[C]Thanks to the calling of the [Ab]wild[Db]
[Bbm]Wise m[Cm]en's c[Db]hild[Eb]

[Interlude 1]
[Fm][Eb][Ab][Bb]
[Fm][Eb][Db][Ab]
[Fm][Eb][Ab][Bb]
[Fm][Eb][Db][Ab]
[Bbm][Cm][Db]
[Eb]Near a

[Chorus 3]
[Fm]tree by a [Eb]river
There's a [Ab]hole in the [Bb]ground
Where an [Fm]old man of [Eb]aran
Goes a[Db]round and a[Ab]round
And his [Fm]mind is a [Eb]beacon
In the [Ab]veil of the [Bb]night
For a [Fm]strange kind of [Eb]fashion
There's a [Db]wrong and a [Ab]right
But he'll [Bbm]never, [Cm]never [Db]fight
[Eb]Near a

[Chorus 4]
[Fm]tree by a [Eb]river
There's a [Ab]hole in the [Bb]ground
Where an [Fm]old man of [Eb]aran
Goes a[Db]round and a[Ab]round
And his [Fm]mind is a [Eb]beacon
In the [Ab]veil of the [Bb]night
For a [Fm]strange kind of [Eb]fashion
There's a [Db]wrong and a [Ab]right
But he'll [Bbm]never, [Cm]never [Db]fight [Eb]over
[Bbm]you[Cm][Db]
[Eb]No he'll n[Bbm]ever, ne[Cm]ver fi[Db]ght ov[Eb]er y[Fm]ou