The Blizzard

There's a blizzard coming on, how I'm wishing 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 Maryanne

It's only seven miles to Maryanne

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 miles to Maryanne

It's only five miles to Maryanne

That wind's howling and it seems mighty like a woman's screams

So we best be moving faster if we can

Dan, just think about the barn, with the hay so soft and warm

It's only three more miles to Maryanne

It's only three more miles to Maryanne

Dan, get up, you ornery curse or you'll be the death of us

I'm so weary, but I'll help you if I can

Alright, Dan, perhaps it's best we stop a while and rest

For it's still a hundred yards to Maryanne

It's still a hundred yards to Maryanne

Late that night, the storm was gone

And they find him there at dawn

He had made it, but he couldn't leave old Dan

Yes, they find him there on the plains

His hands froze to the reins

He was just a hundred yards from Maryanne

He was just a hundred yards from Maryanne