Dun Ringill - Jethro Tull

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.