Lyrics Over The River - The Last Bison

Over The River

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)