STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING

Set by John Mitchell  (1941-) op. 48, no. 3 (1982, arr. 1993) 
Text by Robert Frost (1874-1963), from West-Running Brook, 1928. 


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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