Woods in Swift Rhythm

Whose woods these are I think I know

His house is in the village though

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year (mm-mm)

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake

The woods

are lovely, dark and deep

But I have promises to keep And miles to go before I

sleep

(before

I sleep) And miles to go

before I sleep

(miles to go...)