The Blizzard

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 AnneIt'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 AnneIt'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 AnneIt'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