Over the river. And through the woods. To Grandmother's house. We go. The horse knows the way. To carry the sleigh. Through white. And drifted snow. Over the river. And through the woods. 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. To 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 woods. And 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