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• Artiste: Camera Obscura
• Titre: The Blizzard
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There's a blizzard comin' 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 Christmastime And I'll bet there's Hot biscuits in the pan Lord, my hands feel like they're froze And there's a 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 howlin' and it seems Mighty like a woman's screams So we'd best be movin' faster if we can Dan, just think about the barn With the hay so soft and warm It's only three more miles to Mary Anne It's only three more miles to Mary Anne 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 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 had made it, but he couldn't leave ol' Dan Yes, they found him there 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