Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening

Words - Robert Frost

Music - Gary Morrell

Appears on Our Green World


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 


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