Over the River and Through the Wood

Ever since I can remember, my family has sung the classic song,

Over the River and Through the Wood.

In November, of 1980something, 

 I learned this song with the rest of my siblings on Monday

Family Home Evenings at the Clark home.

Now I live in a place where you literally have to go 

over the river (chicken bridge) and through the wood

to get to my house (Stillestead).

It's so cozy!

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,

to Grandfather's house away!

We would not stop for doll or top,

for 'tis Thanksgiving Day.

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 extremely slow,

it is so hard to wait!

Over the river, and through the wood—

When Grandmother saw us come,

She will say, "O, dear, the children are here,

bring a pie for everyone."

Over the river, and through the wood—

now Grandmother's cap I spy!

Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?

Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!