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. 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, And miles to go before I sleep.
Fantastic as ever ! Merry Christmas , hope you have a great one 👍
@Dad-Gad Thank you and same to you
With miles to go before I sleep. My horse knows the way. Beautiful.
I like this! Glad you enjoyed it. 😁
@XxSkydog71xX Borrowed from Robert Frost's classic Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.
@@jimsliverootsculturemusic woods on a snowy evening - lovely
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.
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, And miles to go before I sleep.