Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening - words by Robert Frost, music by Lowell Prescott

Angelica Cantanti Youth Choirs - Con Spirito & Con Brio (Grades 2 - 5)
www.angelicacantanti.org/
Conducted by Michelle Gehrz
Minneapolis, MN 12/7/19
Robert Frost - 1874-1963
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.