Tell me of two hearts
that beat together a sound

Tell me of two hands
that lift each other off the ground

Tell me of two pair of eyes
that will never miss one another

Tell me of two set of lips
that will find home in each other

Tell me of two lives
that finish each other's design

Tell me of two fates
that will always intertwine

I let you get me down

It won't happen again

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.