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