There's a blizzard coming on
How I'm wishing I were home
Listen to that northern sigh
If we don't get home we'll die
It's only seven miles to Marianne's
Well, my hands feel like they're froze
There's a numbness in my toes,
but we best be movin' faster if we can.
Dan, just think about that barn,
with that hay so soft and warm,
It's more miles to Mary Ann
It's only three more miles
I'm so weary, but I'll help you if I can
But perhaps it's best we stop and rest
I'm feeling kind of tired myself
It's still a hundred yards to Marianne's
Late that night, the storm was gone
And they found them there at dawn
but he just couldn't leave old Dan
Yeah, they found him out on the plains,
his hands froze to the rains,