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