Miles to Go Before I Sleep

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
Oh...
Oh...

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
Year...
Year...

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

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
Ache...
Ache...

The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep

The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I
Sleep...
Sleep...
Sleep...
Sleep...
Sleep...
Sleep...



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Writer(s): Robert Frost
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