Wrapped in morning's silence Of December's tree Lonesome am I as I hear the raven's cry Grieving art the mourning songs Above the forest reigns tranquility Just ice cold winds whisper to me As if a velvet robe would wrap my bleeding heart One gentle breeze of these winds and grief falls apart A charm, like a dream, The franconian woods Enchant me, embrace me, Franconian woods Caught in infinity, In the vastness of countless trees Oh, what a purity, Lies in the sceneries Cursed for this winter hike I see the dawn, its fountain of light Morning glory ethereal night
Wrapped in morning's silence Of December's tree Lonesome am I as I hear the raven's cry Grieving art the mourning songs Above the forest reigns tranquility Just ice cold winds whisper to me As if a velvet robe would wrap my bleeding heart One gentle breeze of these winds and grief falls apart A charm, like a dream, The franconian woods Enchant me, embrace me, Franconian woods Caught in infinity, In the vastness of countless trees Oh, what a purity, Lies in the sceneries Cursed for this winter hike I see the dawn, its fountain of light Morning glory ethereal night
