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 they´re froze and there´s a numbness in my toes

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 know that there´s hot biscuits in the pan
Listen to that northern sigh if we don´t get home we´ll die
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
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 Mary Anne it´s only three more miles to Mary Anne

Come on 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 we´ll just stop awhile and rest
For it´s still another mile to Mary Anne it´s still another mile to Mary Anne

Late that night the storm was gone and they found him there at dawn
He made it but he couldn´t leave ol´ Dan
Yes they found him on the plains his hands froze into the reins
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne
He was just a hundred yards from Mary Anne