near a tree by a river there s a hole in the ground where an old man of aran goes around and around and his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night for a strange kind of fashion there s a wrong and a right near a tree by a river there s a hole in the ground where an old man of aran goes around and around and his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night for a strange kind of fashion there s a wrong and a right 