Over the River

03/16/2012 2:34 pm

Over the River

Author: Lydia Maria Child

Over the river and thru the wood,
To grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh,
Thru the white and drifted snow, oh!
Over the river and thru 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 woods,
Trot fast my dapple gray.
Spring over the ground like a hunting hound
For this is Thanksgiving Day.
Over the river and through the woods,
Now Grandmother’s face I spy.
Hurrah for the fun, is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie.