Lyrics:

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 numbness in my toes
But it's only seven miles to Maryanne
It's only seven miles to Maryanne
You can bet we're on her mind, for it's nearly suppertime
And I know that there's hot biscuits in the pan
Listen to that norther sigh, if we don't get home, we'll die
But it's only five more miles to Maryanne
It's only five more miles to Maryanne
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
It's only three more miles to Maryanne
It's only three more miles to Maryanne
Come on 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
Alright Dan, perhaps it's best, we'll just stop awhile and rest
For it's still another mile to Maryanne
It's still another mile to Maryanne
Late that night, the storm was gone, and they found him there at dawn
He had made it, but he couldn't leave old Dan
Yes, they found him on the plains, his hands frozen to the reins
He was just a hundred yards from Maryanne
He was just a hundred yards from Maryanne