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Rockpommel's Land - Grobschnitt

Announcement:

Here we come, here we are all around

Taking forth our stoney sound

Stoney arms, stoney legs, stoney brain

One – two – three and again

Ernie found a hiding place, the only way to stay

A gang of stoney men was scuffing down the way

Stoney noses, stoney heads armed with poisonious eyes

Orchis in their bushlike hands, smoking their stoney size

Run away from this dangerous smoke wich wraps those cursed guys

It turns the air to dusty slime an little boys into flies

Ernie, the stoney men have left this place

That is your chance to win the race

Ernie walked for hours with the midday sun

Was it the right or something-gone-wrong-way, that carried him on

Right thru stoney desert and sand, all around no one was near

Was it the way to ROCKPOMMEL's LAND – little Ernie began to fear

Ernie thought of old Maraboo

He just was so fair

Sadly he touched his magic feather

Suddenly a rush moved the air

Don't fear the shadow over you

It's your old friend Maraboo

When you touched your feather he perceived your pain

And came to help you again

Full moon was shining at their journey's end

Maraboo and Ernie reached ROCKPOMMEL's LAND

The Valley of the Caves, The Peak of Liberty

The Great Gritty Grotto wherein they saw Mr. GLEE

Suddenly little Ernie he heard a thousand children singing

And when he looked up, he saw their shadows filing

Towards the Gritty Grotto shade, where a lattice barred the gate to Mr. GLEE

The good man touched the children’s hands

Thru a space in the iron fence, and felt so free

Free, so free, free, so free

The lattice burst down like the ice on the water

Ernie had touched it with his feather

And from drawers at the walls of the cave

Hundreds of goblins tumbled down and danced and sang

(Now we're free, one – two – three

We love thee, Mr. GLEE

Now we're free, one – two – three

We love thee, Mr. GLEE)

The mornig awoke, burning sun warmed the children

They walked hand in hand with each other

Together with Ernie they escorted Mr. GLEE

Home to their town wich now was free

Free from hate is ROCKPOMMEL's LAND, it ain't too late

To open your gate to ROCKPOMMEL's LAND, don't be afraid