For Wilshire Baptist Church
Sunday morning on the way to church, LeAnn asked if I ever sang the song “Over the River and Through the Woods” as a kid. I said I did, and then we pieced it together from our memories and began to sing it:
Over the river, and through the woods,
To Grandmother’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 woods,
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes and bites the nose,
As over the ground we go.
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