Blizard

- Tradicionály

There's a blizzard comin' on 
how I'm wishin' I was home 
For my pony's lame and he can't hardly stand 
Listen to that norther 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 suppertime 
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 
And we'd best be movin' faster if we can 
Dan just think about that barn 
with that hay so soft and warm 
For it's only three more miles to Mary Anne 
It's only three more miles to Mary Anne 
 
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 
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 yeards to Mary Anne 
 
Late that night the storm was gone 
and they found him there at dawn 
He'd a made it but he couldn't leave ol' Dan 
Yes, they found him there on the plains 
his hands frozed to the reins 
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne 
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne