Lyrics
Over the river, and through the wood,
to Grandmother'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,
Trot fast, my dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound!
For it is Thanksgiving Day
Over the river, and through the wood,
When Grandmother sees us come,
She'll say, "O, dear, the kids are here,
Bring a pie for everyone!"
Over the river, and through the wood,
To see little John and Ann;
We'll kiss them all, and play snow-ball
And stay as long as we can.
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,
And straight through the barnyard gate,
We seem to go so very slow,
And it's so hard to wait!
Over the river, and through the wood,
Now Grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurray for the fun! Hope the pudding is done
Hurray for the pumpkin pie!
Hurray for the fun! Hope the pudding is done
Hurray for the pumpkin pie!