Over the River and Through the Woods

Back when I was a kid (before smart phones and video players in the car) we amused ourselves on long car rides in 'old fashioned' ways, like singing old songs that my mom taught us. 'Over the River' could be sung anytime of year, but of course it got special attention on Thanksgiving Day, as we drove to both sets of grandparents' houses to celebrate.

Over the river and through the woods,

To Grandmother's house we go;

The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh,

Through the white a 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,

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 Grandfather's face I spy.

Hooray for the fun! Is the turkey done?

Hooray for the pumpkin pie.

Happy Thanksgiving!