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The Blizzard - Burl Ives (伯尔·艾夫斯)
There's a blizard coming on
And I'm wishing I was home
For my pony's lame
And he can hardly stand
Lord my hands feel
Like there froze
And there's a numbness in my toes
It's only seven miles to Mary Ann's
You can bet we're on her mind
For it's nearly supertime
And I'll bet there's
Hot bisquets in the pan
Dan just think about
That barn
With the hay so soft
And warm
It's only five more miles
To Mary Ann's
That wind's howling
And it seems
Mighty like a woman's scream
And we'd best be moving
Faster if we can
Listen to that norther sigh
If we don't get home we'll die
It's only three more
Miles to Mary Ann's
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
If we stop a while and rest
Just another miles to Mary Ann's
Late that night the
Storm was gone
They found him there at dawn
He'd-a-made it but he
Just couldn't leave old Dan
Yes they found him
There on the plains
Hands froze to the reigns
He was just a hundred
Yards form Mary Ann's
He was just a hundred
Yards from Mary Ann's
