Dun Ringill Songtext
von 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.