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