Over The River - The Last Bison

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 has blown

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 hunting hounds

Upon this Christmas day

Over the river and through the woods

And straight through the barnyard gate

We seem to go extremely slow

It’s just so hard to wait

Ohhwwaaohh (repeat)