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.

My childhood was fun,
Tough and exciting,
My childhood was one,
Where there wasn't much fighting,
This is my childhood,
My childhood was filled,
With family and friend,
My childhood was filled,
With love and lots of happy holidays,