Wildfire by Michael Martin Murphey

She comes down from yellow mountain
On a dark flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night

They say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down his stall
In a blizzard he was lost

Ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire
Calling Wildfire

So, by the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
There's been an old hoot owl howling
Outside my window now, six nights in a row
She's coming for me I know
And on Wildfire we're both gonna go

We'll be riding Wildfire
We'll be riding Wildfire
We'll be riding Wildfire

On Wildfire we're going to ride her
We're gonna leave [inaudible] busting behind
Get the hard times right on out of our mind
Riding Wildfire

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