Over the river and through the wood Over the river and through the wood To Grandmother's house we go. The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh Through white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the woods, Oh, how the wind...Carols
Monreale, a city without comfort, either it rains, or the wind blows, or bells ring for the dead.Proverbs and old sayings Sicilian about city