Heart Of The Golden Ground In between the Western Forest and the City by the Main, a brook runs in the middle, that seems to be the vein The mountains on the left, the freeway on the right, this is our home, the valley of delight Clear fresh water from our spring we had in days gone past, a doctor took from watertown the liquid gold at last The water’s now returned and we’ve done it too, come and hear the music, we now play for you So, come with me to the heart of beats and sounds, where the music washes o'er you like a shower Feel the Magic Power Come and hear the sound from the heart of the golden ground, from the heart of the golden ground Into your ears the melodies are bound in the heart of the golden ground Where the glaring lightning hits the holy ground, you´re in the heart of the golden ground Straight down from the railwaystation on a quarter of a mile, you will find a lot of pubs and they will make you smile Come in for a drink, hear the music right, a pubcrawl through the town, in just one single night Come and hear the sound from the heart of the golden ground, from the heart of the golden ground You listen to the music in the heart of the golden ground, in the heart of the golden ground Where the girls are dancing around in the golden ground, you´re in the heart of the golden ground Come and hear the sound from the heart of the golden ground, from the heart of the golden ground You willfind the music in the heart of the golden ground, in the heart of the golden ground To the center of the village, there we are all bound, you´re in the heart of the golden ground Girl Of The Spring In a park in the town nearby the old spring, a sculpture in bronze so ancient, but young She carries the water, an apron she´s wearing, in the course of her work she was fixed on a stone No matter, if the weather is good or is bad, she always stands there and never looks down A stare from her eyes, they look oh so sad, surrounded by trees at the edge of the town And when the night brings the haze and the moon lights her face The gates they are open and they will lead you into the place At her feet on a stone, sits a guy, all alone and he opens his heart to the maid in the park She listens to everything, not saying anything, that´s why I want to sing, ´bout the Girl of the Spring The sorrow of the people, who visit her Kingdom, she keeps in the jars, that she holds in her hand And the sorrows get heavy and they weigh her down and it looks for a while, that it will never end Yes, it looks for a while, that it will never end, it looks for a while, that it will never end So, come on, you folks, when you get well again, come back to the girl on the way from your bars To tell her that you are a happy young man and free her from the burden, that she has in her jars At her feet on a stone, sits a guy not alone and he offers his heart to the maid in the park She listens to everything, not saying anything, that´s why I want to sing, ´bout the Girl of the Spring Charley Horse When Charley Horse gallops through your head, You cannot get your feet out of your bed You're stomach feels like bursting out and the humming of the fly seems much too loud And when the morning's rising, you open up your eyes Grasping for some water and for a bag of ice And that's the time ... And so all your senses come down Your crawling up the wall And the rules of the world Are upside down, inside out You cannot cry, you cannot shout Help's far away, you're waiting for next day When good intentions are spray to the wind There's one leg to the left and one leg to the right Who's there in bed, Iying by your side Do you remember me? A couple of hours ago You had too many drinks, it was time to go Don't you worry, don't you fret Charley Horse will find you, Charley Horse will get Into your limbs and into your head You cannot make a move, confined to your bed You're thinking of your body, you think, you're in good shape You're playing with the big boys, you realize too late You’re crying for a doctor, you’re crying for your life Then comes the ban of Charlie Horse, into you will dive The Real Wag There's a guy, I wanna tell you, about what he has done His worldly wisdom tells us, there's nothing else but fun And when a problem's rising, he just has to ignore And if you are too serious, he'lI change you to the core In his checkered garments, a smile across his face A twinkle from his green eyes, he looks through all the haze The mirror in his one hand, the other holds the horn And if you go and follow him, with a new life you are born He is a real wag, provided with the glee He's unconcerned and happy, well, that's his way to be He is a real wag, all through out the year And if you ever meet him, he wilI take away your fear From the bough, where he is sitting, he sees the world go round. The people, he is meeting, they all love his magic sound He's a child and he's a wise man, united in one brain He's the wag upon your shoulder and Owlglass is his name Nothing But A Daydream He is walking down the street thinking ´bout his boring life Doesn´t see the things around, into the day he´s gonna dive The problems that he has to solve, he has left behind The better way to go ahead, he gonna have to find The girl from just across the street, he knows her just one year He doesn´t dare to talk to her, it fills him up with fear He´s dreaming of a life with her, but yet, it hasn´t come No wonder, ´cause he failed to do, what he realy should have done Wake up now, see your chance, stand up straight and take a glance At what you have to do right now, take this chance as you know how It´s nothing, it´s nothing, it´s nothing, but a dream, but a dream It´s nothing, it´s nothing, it´s nothing but a daydream with open eyes So realize, this is your life It´s better when you´re rich than not, this thought is in his head With money he would get the things, that he has not got yet Oh, come on boy, you have to see, what´s going on around Get away from this misconception or else you´re downward bound Aficionado He knows it, he gets it, he shows it and he saves it He collects all things of very special interest A room in a house with shelves and cases Libraries stocked, pre-defined places Sorted by numbers, letters and names Side by side, on a wall of frames Aficionado, strange, odd, peculiar Aficionado, good at heart, but very individual He´s an Aficionado, don´t call him nerd, that will hurt the Aficionado He searches, he finds, he loves and he keeps He collects with a passion, with all of his heart Maybe a gag, to mess up his collection Drive him crazy, to change the direction He lives in his own world with no reflections People come around, with different reactions Workshop Of The Songsmith A room with carpets on the floor and on the wall Instruments on the ceiling and overall A creature is sitting in the middle on a wooden chair You can´t see its face, it´s hidden by its hair Five lines one on top of each other Starting with a clef, seems to be their mother She´s treble or bass, leading the rhythm Note by note in a marking system Crotchet and quaver, a full note and a half It´s serious work, there is no time to laugh. The time is split into pieces of sound So, the structure of the song will slowly come around Verse and chorus, bridge and fill, Are ground together in that musical mill Allegro, crescendo, piano, fortissimo, mezzo The songsmith forges the Rhythm and Chords He joins together the notes and the words The ingredients he uses to assemble the song The melody jumps straight from his tongue Songsmith come and give us your song Let´s play it together, well and strong Come and give us the song, we´ll play along Songsmith come and play with us your song Greensleeves Alas my love you do me wrong to cast me off discourteously And I have loved you oh so long delighting in your company Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves my heart of gold Greensleeves was my heart of joy And who but my Lady Greensleeves I have been ready at your hand to grant whatever thou would'st crave I have waged both life and land your love and goodwill for to have Thy petticoat of sendle white with gold embroidered gorgeously Thy petticoat of silk and white and these I bought thee gladly Hunting The Nimrod Into The Forest The forester waits at the edge of the wood A woodruff in person with the gun in his hand Dressed in a cloak with a saving hood He doesn´t accept what´s going on in this land The gamekeeper with his hound, he listens to the sound of the wind that comes through the trees from the deep of the wood The wind whispers ´bout the place, where the Nimrod does the chase And that´s where they think they´ll get him at last for good Hey, hey, hey, Nimrod, come and stay In front of your green hideaway Hey, hey, hey, hey, Nimrod, hey The pack is on its bloody way To bag you before next day Colours Of The Wood Green as the wood, brown like the earth Slim and graceful, given by birth Dressed in camouflage, a garment of leaves Invisible state, he aims to achieve He slips through the grass, underneath the sward He has to be careful with his five inch sword From branch to branch, from tree to tree Through a thick-set grove, along the shore of the sea Over fields and meadows, avoiding the path Back to the woodland, away from the mass He disappears into his shaded dwelling And leaves no scent, so they cannot smell him Nimrod, Nimrod, come and stay, in front of your green hideaway The pack is on its bloody way, to bag you before next day The Hunting Like a poacher in a stoop, he creeps along the river´s loop In the wilderness with bow and arrow on his back With a grin across his face, he doesn´t want to lose the chase But he follows his senses and they keep him on the right track The wild boar, the deer, or even a fawn His aim is to fill his plate before dawn But the lord of the land is not willing to share And the Nimrod is not willing to pay for the fare So, he plays the game, called Hide-And-Seek Extending the hunting to more than a week And even, when the moon is full again Impatience will rise within the hunting men Nimrod, Nimrod, come and stay, in front of your green hideaway The pack is on its bloody way, to bag you before next day Out Of The Green