Clear light on a slick palm as I misdeal 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 [bad word] through
Lines joint in faint discord and the stormwatch brews
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