The Blizzard Songtext

The Blizzard Übersetzung
There's a blizzard coming on how I'm wishing 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 supper time And I'll bet there's hot biscuits in the pan Lord, my hands feel like they're froze, and there's 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 how line and it seems mighty like a woman's screams And we best be moving' 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, you want me 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 that we stop awhile and rest For it's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne It's still a hundred yards to Mary Anne Late that night the storm was gone, and they found him there at dawn He'd have made it, but he couldn't leave old Dan Yes, they found him 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