[Verse 1:]
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

[Verse 2:]
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

[Verse 3:]
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

[Verse 4:]
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