| There’s a blizzard comin' on and I’m wishin' I was home |
| For my pony’s lame and he can’t hardly stand |
| Lord my hands feel like their froze and there’s a numb that’s in my toes |
| 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 |
| Dan, just think about that barn with that hay so soft and warm |
| It’s only five more miles to Mary Anne |
| It’s only five more miles to Mary Anne |
| That wind’s a-howlin' and it seems mighty like a woman’s scream |
| And we’d best be movin' faster, if we can |
| Listen to that norther sigh if we don’t get home we’ll die |
| It’s only three more miles to Mary Anne |
| It’s only three more miles to Mary Anne |
| Get up Dan you ornery cuss or you’ll be the death of us |
| I’m so weary but I’ll help it, if I can |
| All right, Dan, perhaps it’s best we’ll just stop a while rest |
| It’s just another mile to Mary Anne |
| It’s just another mile to Mary Anne |
| Late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn |
| He’d have made it but he just wouldn’t leave ol' Dan |
| Yes, they found him on the plains his hands frozen to the reigns |
| He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne |
| He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne |