Dun Ringill
Jethro Tull Key
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(1st verse)
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
(chorus)
In the wee hours I’ll meet you
(2nd verse)
We’ll wait in stone circles
'til the force comes through---
lines join in faint discord
and the Stormwatch brews
a concert of kings
as the white sea snaps
at the heels of a soft prayer
whispered
(chorus)
In the wee hours I’ll meet you
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