Over the river and through the woods, To Cranlow's house we go. The horse is away to carry the sleigh Through white and drifting snow. Over the river and through the woods, O 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 woods, To Cranlow's house we go. O hear the bells ring, jingle-ling-ling, For this is Christmas Day. Over the river and through the woods, Trot fast my double grain, Spring over the ground like a hunting hound, For this is Christmas Day. Over the river and through the woods, And straight through the pine and hay, We seem to go extremely slow, It's so hard to wait. Over the river and through the woods, Now Grandmother's face has cried, Hooray for the flies that flit in time, Hooray for the pumpkin pie. Over the river and through the woods, To Grandmother's house we go. Over the river and through the woods, To Grandmother's house we go. Here we come, a-candling, a-mongling, so green. Here we come, a-wandering, so fair to be seen. Here we come, a-candling, a-mongling, so green. Here we come, a-wandering, so fair to be seen. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to ride in one horse open sleigh. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to ride in one horse open sleigh. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to ride in one horse open sleigh. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to ride in one horse open sleigh.