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.

這些都是我想我知道，
他的房子是在村子裡，
他不會看到我正停在這裡
觀賞他的樹林積滿白雪。
我的小馬一定感到奇怪，
停下來沒有一個農場
附近的樹林之間誰的樹林冰凍湖泊
的最黑暗的晚上的一年。
他給他的線束鐘聲一搖
要問有沒有一些錯誤。
，只聽見是在掃易風和毛絨絨的雪花。

樹林裡是可愛的，黑暗和深，
但我已經承諾保留，

路要趕，在我睡覺之前，
公里去之前我睡覺。