Long into the night he rode,
Searching high and low.
The love of his life was missing,
Lost in the cold and blowing snow.
To town she'd gone in the buckboard,
For the staples she must buy.
Somehow he knew he'd find her,
For their love was too new to die.
Up the mountain he'd gone that morning,
For the cattle must be brought down.
To bake him a pie was her thought,
But to do it, she must go to town.
She'd hitched up the buckboard in a hurry,
The pie was to be a surprise.
With a whip of the reins, the horse started,
And they were soon gone over the rise.
The clouds gathered it seemed, in bundles,
And the snowflakes began to fall.
Faster and faster they hurried,
Heading winter's strident call.
The Stormy skies brought early darkness,
And on the way home, she lost her way.
The horse stumbled and floundered,
Causing the buckboard to sway.
A slip in the snow brought disaster,
And the wagon and horse crashed down.
Through the trees on the slope they tumbled,
and the woman could nowhere be found.
Through the haze of pain, she reached forth,
Hoping the hand of her lover to find.
But the cold wind's howl was her answer,
And her tears froze as she cried.
On through the night, came the rider,
He knew he must find her trail.
Then upon the edge of the mountain,
He turned as he heard a wail.
Calling her name, he plunged downward,
Throwing caution to the wind as he rode.
His horse fell across the wagon,
Now completely buried in the snow.
Groping blindly, he suddenly faltered,
For something brushed his hand in the night.
His hands fought free of his gloves in an instant,
As he struck a match for a brief light.
His eyes could not believe what he saw then,
As the flare from the match slowly died.
His wife smiling with love from a doorway,
Beckoning him to come on inside.
Glad he was that he'd found her,
And rushed forward through the snow with a bound.
Lovingly his arms wrapped around her,
and there was a radiant light all around.
The searchers found them there the next morning,
Two people wrapped in love's embrace.
It wasn't faces etched with despair they found,
But the look of bliss was there on each face.