Over the River and Through the Wood
Over the river and through the wood, To Grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh Thro' the white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the wood, Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose as over the ground we go.
Over the river and through the wood, Trot fast, my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground like a hunting hound, For this is Thanksgiving Day!
Over the river and through the wood, Now Grandmother's face I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done! Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!
Over the river and through the wood, To Grandfather's house we go;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh Thro' the white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the wood, Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose as over the ground we go.
Over the river and through the wood, Trot fast, my dapple gray!
Spring over the ground like a hunting hound, For this is Thanksgiving Day!
Over the river and through the wood, Now Grandmother's face I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done! Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!