Dun Ringill

Clear light on a slick palm

As I misdeal the day

Slip the night from a shaved pack

Make a marked card play

Call twilit hours down

From a heaven home

High above the highest bidder

For the good Lord's throne

In the wee hours, I'll meet you

Down by Dun Ringill, oh, and we'll watch the old gods play

By Dun Ringill

By Dun Ringill

We'll wait in stone circles

Till the force comes through

Lines join in faint discords

And the storm-watch brews

A concert of kings

As the white sea snaps

At the heels of a soft prayer

Whispered

In the wee hours, I'll meet you

Down by Dun Ringill, oh, and I'll take you quickly

By Dun Ringill

By Dun Ringill

By Dun Ringill