Dun Ringill

Spoken Intro:
(Lines join in faint discord and the stormwatch brews
a concert of kings as the white sea snaps
at the heels of a soft prayer
whispered.....)
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, by Dun Ringill.

We'll wait in stone circles
'til the force comes through.
Lines join 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,
by Dun Ringill,
by Dun Ringill.