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
Through 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
To have our first tray play
Oh, hear the bells ring, ting-a-ling-ling
For this is Christmas day

Over the river, and through the wood
Trot fast, my dapple gray
Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound
For this is Christmas day

Over the river, and through the wood
And straight through the barnyard gate
We seem to go extremely slow
It is so hard to wait

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

Hurrah! for the fun is the pudding done
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie