On a deeper level, I write music that helps the listener feel oneness with Spirit, humanity, Mother Earth, and all that there is. “My intention is to make meaningful music that helps people feel an open and warm connection to Spirit within. This, coupled with impressive retail sales, makes him one of the top independent artists in the New Age music market.Īs a composer, producer, promoter, keyboardist, drummer, and manager of his own record label, New Vision Music, Kevin Wood wears many hats. Since his 2002 debut, Wood’s recordings have received heavy airplay on syndicated digital music channels such as Music Choice Soundscapes, Sirius/XM Spa, and Dish. Wood’s fourth album, Eternal, is now available on the Real Music label. He is an award-winning independent artist who has sold more than 100,000 copies of his three New Age/World music albums. Over the river, and through the wood- now Grandmothers cap I spy! Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin pie!īook Review: Faith, Doubt, and God’s Mysterious Timing by Laurie Polich Short Memorial Day Song: Color Me America Book Review: The Gift of the Unexpected by Jillian Benfield Hymn Story: Jesus and His Love Book Review: The Lord Bless You by Terry A.Kevin Wood is a master of the musical collage, bringing various sacred traditions and styles together into a meaningful and soul-stirring sound. Over the river, and through the wood- when Grandmother sees us come, She will say, “O, dear, the children are here, bring pie for everyone.” Over the river, and through the wood- Old Jowler hears our bells He shakes his paw with a loud bow-wow, and thus the news he tells. We seem to go extremely slow- it is so hard to wait! Over the river, and through the wood and straight through the barnyard gate. Over the river, and through the wood, trot fast my dapple gray! Spring over the ground like a hunting-hound! For ’tis Thanksgiving Day. Over the river, and through the wood, to see little John and Ann We will kiss them all, and play snowball and stay as long as we can. Over the river, and through the wood- no matter for winds that blow Or if we get the sleigh upset into a bank of snow. Hear the bells ring, “Ting a ling ding!” Hurray for Thanskgiving Day! Over the river, and through the wood, to have a first-rate play. with a clear blue winter sky, The dogs do bark and the children hark, as we go jingling by. Over the river, and through the wood- oh, how the wind does blow! It stings the toes and bites the nose, as over the ground we go. Over the river, and through the wood, to Grandfather’s house away! We would not stop for doll or top, for ’tis Thanksgiving Day. Over the river, and through the wood, to Grandfather’s house we go the horse knows the way to carry the sleigh through the white and drifted snow. Thanksgiving Day has often been changed to Christmas Day in the lyrics. The poem was set to a tune at some point, although it is unsure where the tune came from or who set it to this tune. ![]() Unfortunately, the woods have long since disappeared. ![]() Her grandfather’s house still exists and is located in Medford, Massachusetts near the Mystic River. She also wrote other popular advice books and an early American magazine for children. She wrote the popular domestic advice books, The American Frugal Housewife. She was also one of the first American women to make a living from her writings and pioneered every written category of the 19 th Century. She wrote extensively about the need to eliminate slavery. Lydia Child’s was a novelist, journalists, writer, teacher and journalists. The poem originally appeared in Child’s book Flowers for Children, Volume 2, in 1844. ![]() The poem was originally titled “ The New England Boy’s Song about Thanksgiving Day.” The poem shares her memories of visiting her Grandfather’s House. In the early 19 th Century, New England winters were colder and had earlier winters than they do in the present day. The lyrics represented in the song is often associated with cold. ![]() The popular children’s song, Over the River and Through the Woods, was written by Lydia Maria Child as a Thanksgiving poem.
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