Clear light on a slick palm
As i mis-deal the day
Slip the night from a shaved pack
Make a marked card play
Call twilight 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
We’ll wait in stone circles
`til the force comes through —
Lines joint in faint discord
And the stormwatch 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
