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
1 | Aqualung |
2 | Living In The Past |
3 | Locomotive Breath |
4 | Witches Promise |
5 | No Lullaby |
6 | Cross-Eyed Mary |
7 | Teacher |
8 | Reasons For Waiting |
9 | Budapest |
10 | A New Day Yesterday |