Over the River!

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 -
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,
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring, "Ting-a-ling-ding,"
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river, and through the wood,
Trot fast, and dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound,
For this is Thanksgiving Day.

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 -
Now Grandmother's cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!

By: Lydia Marie Child

When I was growing up, we always went to my maternal grandmother's house every Thanksgiving.  We lived near Birmingham in Garywood (Hueytown) and my grandmother lived in the outskirts of West Blocton on Smith Hill.  Without fail, our family would sing this song in the car on our way.  It seemed fitting since we were traveling through more rural country.  Thinking about this always brings back good memories for me.