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 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 by Dun Ringill by Dun Ringill