Würrich is an Ortsgemeinde – a municipality belonging to a Verbandsgemeinde, a kind of collective municipality – in the Rhein-Hunsrück-Kreis (district) in Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany. It belongs to the Verbandsgemeinde of Kirchberg, whose seat is in the like-named town.
The municipality lies in the central Hunsrück, right on the Hunsrückhöhenstraße (“Hunsrück Heights Road” – also called Bundesstraße 327 – a scenic road across the Hunsrück built originally as a military road on Hermann Göring’s orders), just outside Frankfurt-Hahn Airport, roughly 8 km west-northwest of Kirchberg and 10 km southeast of the Moselle at Zell.
Bearing witness to Würrich’s early history is a Roman estate that was unearthed in 1870.
In 1295, Würrich had its first documentary mention and was held by the Counts of Sponheim. As early as 1317, a chapel in Würrich was mentioned. In 1437 the village passed to the Margraviate of Baden and the Counts Palatine of the Rhine, who jointly ruled Belg and Würrich. In 1708, their holdings were partitioned and the two villages were assigned to the Margraviate of Baden. Beginning in 1794, Würrich lay under French rule. In 1815 it was assigned to the Kingdom of Prussia at the Congress of Vienna. Since 1946, it has been part of the then newly founded state of Rhineland-Palatinate.
Pack up all those phantoms
Shoulder that invisible load
Keep on riding North and West
Haunting that wilderness road
Like a ghost rider
Carry all those phantoms
Through bitter wind and stormy skies
From the desert to the mountain
From the lowest low to the highest high
Like a ghost rider
Keep on riding North and West
Then circle South and East
Show me beauty but there is no peace
For the ghost rider
Shadows on the road behind
Shadows on the road ahead
Nothing can stop you now
There's a shadow on the road behind
There's a shadow on the road ahead
Nothing can stop you now
Sunrise in the mirror
Lightens that invisible load
Riding on a nameless quest
Haunting that wilderness road
Like a ghost rider
Just an escape artist
Racing against the night
A wandering hermit
Racing toward the light
From the white sands
To the canyon lands
To the redwood stands
To the barren lands
Sunrise on the road behind
Sunset on the road ahead
There's nothing to stop you now