Join us on the 5th & 6th day of our Cycle through Europe . Here we explore the historic Saar River in Germany and cross over into France . Thanks for your views and comments .
days 5&6 ~ Konz , Kanzem , Saarburg , Saarlouis & Völklingen , Saarbrücken , Sarreguemines , Keskastel .
11 miles of boundary traced. France and Germany interlaced. Your waters speak, they flow with time in whispers, ancient and sublime. The echoes roller borders trace the echoes of an ancient grace. A ribbon glides through clashing lands. Yet peace most gentle from your strands. No flies can sway the course you take. The misted hills in place. Your songs a hymn both wild free. Unbound by walls are destiny. Through towns and fields, your whispers pass. A voice that stirs both stone and brass. You teach the earth to always flow. Even when paths are hard to know. [Music] Oh. So from the river springs, a tail of water. Its current sings through the forest deep and green. A quiet path, a gentle scene. Northern vious cradleless start. A flowing thread. A work of art. The grandest fields. It twists and bends onward seeking where it ends. Oh. Oh. You softly weave through lands and hearts that never leave. A borderline is something more. A story told from shore to [Music] shore. Heat. Heat. Heat. [Music] Oh, oh, [Music] sorry. Oh, [Music] sorry. Oh, sorry. Oh, sorry. Oh, sorry. [Music] something more short to show. Oh, so you softly weave through lands and hearts. A boy lying. It’s something more. A story told from shore to shore. [Music] [Music] [Music] Come on. [Music] [Music] Heat. Heat. [Music] [Music] [Music] [Music] There we [Music] go. Heat. Heat. N. [Music] [Music] [Music] [Music] Hey, hey, hey. [Music] [Music] Hey, hey, hey. [Music] When my face will the world rush by. Pedals turning saying why not try. road beneath me endless and free. This is the rhythm where I want to be. Chains are singing a metallic tune. Riding under the silver moon. Mountains call me clouds hang low. Every climb’s a story. Every turn I grow. Wheels keep spinning under the sun. Every miles a race. Everyone’s one. Freedom’s a trail that’s hard to pin. Life’s a cycle. And I’m diving in. The sky breaks open. Pouring down cold sweat and rain makes stories untold tires flying through puddles and dirt. Bruised by the tumble, but never the hurt. Ooh, the road that bends and twists. A mystery held tight in its fist. Chasing shadows, racing the wind. Heartbeats echoing where I begin. [Music] Wheels keep spinning under the [Music] sun. Every mile’s a race. Everyone’s won. Freedom’s a trail that’s hard to pin. Life’s a cycle and I’m diving in. [Music] [Music] D. Cycling on two wheels. Through France we travel. Chasing sal thrills, the S River sparkles a long winding thread. Castles, ruins, churches, gleaming stories, voices long since fled. Shrek says, “Don, hold tight.” The hills start to climb through vineyards and legends older than wines and cheese from a little cafe. France unfolds beneath our wheels. Today past ancient stone bridges with [Music] ech proud song painted skies up high. Cycling through cobbled streets the past reveals history’s tangled in our spinning wheels. Donkey complains Shrek Mandar [Music] sore but laughter and vistas keep us thirsting for more French cuisine on the table. We bite into dreams. Scenery and history sural as it [Music] seems. Shrek says donkey hold tight. The hill starts to climb through vineyards and legends older than time with wines and cheese from a little cafe. Friends beneath our wheels today. [Music] ves whisper as we roll into view. Each turn a postcard in color so true. Castles guard hillsides where the clouds come to prey. [Music] D cycling on two wheels to France we travel chasing surreal [Music] thrills cycles and friends unraveling In the day Shrek and Donkey came to play. [Music] [Applause] It’s about time. [Music] Heat. Heat. Heat. [Music] [Music] Heat. Hey, hey, hey. [Music] [Music] [Music]
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Alot of cool buildings and awesome scenery!!