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 norther sigh  if we don’t get home we’ll die

But it’s only seven miles to Mary Ann’s

It’s only seven miles to Mary Ann’s

You can bet we’re on her mind  for it’s nearly supper-time

And I’ll bet there’s hot biscuits in the pan

Lord my hands feel like there froze  and there’s a numbness in my toes

But it’s only five more miles to Mary Ann’s

It’s only five more miles to Mary Ann’s

That wind’s howling and it seems mighty like a woman’s scream

And we’d best be moving faster if we can

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

For it’s only four more miles to Mary Ann’s

It’s only three more miles to Mary Ann’s

Dan get up you ornery cuss 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 if we stop a while and rest

For it’s still a hundred yards to Mary Ann’s

It’s still a hundred yards to Mary Ann’s

Late that night the storm was gone they found him there at dawn

He’d made it but he just couldn’t leave old Dan

Yes they found him there on the plains hands froze to the reigns

He was just a hundred yards form Mary Ann’s

He was just a hundred yards from Mary Ann’s