Bike chain clanks as the wheel crunches dead leaves.
Sunlight sparkles. shadows dance, as birds call cuckoo.
Strangers smile and wave as they pass by me,
as I ride on with the mountains not far from view.
Past cornfields, past where goats are grazing,
Through the woods once more I find the Bodensee blue,
Peaceful lake where laughing waves play, raising
Sails fly, and the mountains rise high not far from view.