There's a blizzard comin' on, and I'm wishin' I was homeFor my pony's lame and he can't hardly standListen to that northern sigh, if we don't get home we'll dieBut it's only seven miles to MarianneYes, it's only seven miles to MarianneYou can bet we're on her mind, for it's nearly suppertimeAnd I'll bet there'll be hot biscuits in the panLord, my hands feel like they're froze, and there's numbness in my toesBut it's only five more miles to MarianneIt's only five more miles to MarianneThat wind's howlin' and it seems mighty like a woman screamsAnd we'd best be movin' faster if we canAnd just think about that barn with the hay so soft and warmIt's only three more miles to MarianneYes, it's only three more miles to MarianneCome on, get up, Dan, you ornery cussYou're gonna be the death of usI'm so weary, but I'll help you if I canAll right, Dan, for perhaps it's best we'll just stop awhile and restBut it's still only another mile to MarianneIt's still another mile to MarianneLate that night the storm was gone, but they found him there at dawnHe'd have made it, but he just couldn't leave old DanYes, they found him there on the plains, his hands frozen to the rainsHe was just a hundred yards from MarianneHe was just a hundred yards from Marianne