Dun Ringill

Six

The weather's on the change
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


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 - from a heaven home
High above the highest bidder - for the good Lord's - 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, by Dun Ringill
By Dun Ringill

We'll wait in stone circles - till the force comes - till the force comes through
Lines joint in faint discord - and the stormwatch - and the stormwatch brews
A concert of kings - as the white sea - 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
Oh, by Dun Ringill - by Dun Ringill, by Dun Ringill
By Dun Ringill - by Dun Ringill, by Dun Ringill
Oh, by Dun Ringill