The Blizzard

The Blizzard (暴风雪) - Camera Obscura

Composer：Harlan Howard

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 northern 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

So 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 your 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

To 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 had made it but he couldn't leave ol' Dan

Yes they found him there

On the plains his hands froze to the reins

He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne

He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne