The Blizzard

There's a blizzard comin' on, how I'm wishin' I was home
For my pony's lame and he can hardly stand
Listen to that northern sigh, if we don't get home we'll die

But it's only seven miles to Mary Anne
It's only seven miles to Mary Anne

You can bet we're on her mind for it's nearly Christmas time
And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan
Lord my hands feel like they're froze and there's a numbness in my toes

But it's only five more miles to Mary Anne
It's only five more miles to Mary Anne

That wind's howlin' and it seems mighty like a woman's screams
So we best be movin' faster if we can
Dan just think about the barn with the hay so soft and warm

It's only three more miles to Mary Anne
It's only three more miles to Mary Anne

Dan get up your ornery cuss or you'll be the death of us
I'm so weary but I'll help you if I can
All right Dan perhaps it's best that we stop awhile and rest

For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne
It's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne

Late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn
He had made it but he couldn't leave ol' Dan
Yes they found him there on the plains, his hands froze to the reins

He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne