Over the river and through the woodsTo Grandmother's house we go.The horse knows the way to carry the sleighThrough white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the woods,Oh, how the wind does blow.It stings the toes and bites the noseAs over the ground we go.
Over the river and through the woodsTo have a full day of play.Oh, hear the bells ringing ting-a-ling-ling,For it is Christmas Day.
Over the river and through the woods,Trot fast my dapple gray;Spring o'er the ground just like a hound,For this is Christmas Day.
Over the river and through the woodsAnd straight through the barnyard gate.It seems that we go so dreadfully slow;It is so hard to wait.
Over the river and through the woods,Now Grandma's cap I spy.Hurrah for fun; the pudding's done;Hurrah for the pumpkin pie.
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Over the river and through the woodsTo Grandmother's house we go.The horse knows the way to carry the sleighThrough white and drifted snow.
Over the river and through the woods,Oh, how the wind does blow.It stings the toes and bites the noseAs over the ground we go.
Over the river and through the woodsTo have a full day of play.Oh, hear the bells ringing ting-a-ling-ling,For it is Christmas Day.
Over the river and through the woods,Trot fast my dapple gray;Spring o'er the ground just like a hound,For this is Christmas Day.
Over the river and through the woodsAnd straight through the barnyard gate.It seems that we go so dreadfully slow;It is so hard to wait.
Over the river and through the woods,Now Grandma's cap I spy.Hurrah for fun; the pudding's done;Hurrah for the pumpkin pie.
Over the river and through the woods,Oh, how the wind does blow.It stings the toes and bites the noseAs over the ground we go.
Over the river and through the woodsTo have a full day of play.Oh, hear the bells ringing ting-a-ling-ling,For it is Christmas Day.
Over the river and through the woods,Trot fast my dapple gray;Spring o'er the ground just like a hound,For this is Christmas Day.
Over the river and through the woodsAnd straight through the barnyard gate.It seems that we go so dreadfully slow;It is so hard to wait.
Over the river and through the woods,Now Grandma's cap I spy.Hurrah for fun; the pudding's done;Hurrah for the pumpkin pie.