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 -

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 -

take you quickly

by Dun Ringill