The snow lies deep in Ravensburg, It covers autumn leaves; Beneath the rooflines ice has formed And drops from glittered eaves. The birds all plead, in Ravensburg, For springtime to arrive; But alpine peaks breathe out one sigh, And winter comes alive! The chimney smoke, in Ravensburg, Curls up when skies hang low, and up from nearby Switzerland, all heav’n is sprinkling snow. December calls on Ravensburg, To find her dressed in white, a ballet of Bavarian stars, above her, shining bright. |