Dale Songtext
von Uncle Weevil

Tin knights and toy soldiers
Follow the road to Zariyah Lake
Over the hills
Walk over the hills
Journeyed both long and far
Quick is the pace but tired the legs
Stop for a rest
Please let us stop for a well deserved rest

Marching stop, let′s make camp
Who is in charge of bellwethers tent
Soldiers make haste
Toy soldiers make haste
Deep in a valley green
Here we'll stay hidden under the trees
Let′s stay concealed
Quiet as threehundred small church mice


Hail
The soldier called Dale of no great avail
Was not the kind of man who sat still
Dale
Was swift as a gale
Light out of the trail
He meant no harm at all our scrimshank

He crawled up the slope
Just for a peek
And what he saw
Held him in awe
And in reverence
High regard
With great respect high esteem reverence
High regard
With great respect high esteem

In a valley green
Before unseen
The nursery queen
Reside
Four feet five
And so alive
Overdrive
Will Dale survive


In a valley green
Before unseen
The nursery queen
Reside
Four feet five
And so alive
Overdrive
Will Dale survive this time

Playtime is over now
Bed time for Dale and all soldiers brave Good Night