Whose woods these are I cannot say,
Their laughter rings from far away.
They don’t mind me dancing here,
As the sun beams down, so clear.

My lively dog must find it fun,
To run and jump, bask in the sun.
Between the woods and shimmering lake,
The brightest day, for heaven's sake.

He wags his tail, with joyful glee,
To tell me he feels so carefree.
The only other sound we hear,
Is chirping birds, so crystal clear.

The woods are vibrant, warm, and bright,
Yet I have dances to dance tonight,
And steps to take in daylight's sweep,
And steps to take, before the evening's leap.