Lyrics Burl Ives – The Blizzard

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

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