by Michael Murphey
Written by M. Murphey / L.Cansler
from the album "Blue Sky, Night Thunder"
Epic/CBS Inc. 1975 EK33290
She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
Whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night.
Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came an early frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down its stall,
In a blizzard she was lost.
She ran calling Wild--fire
Calling Wild---fire
Calling Wi--i--ld--fi--i--re
By the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
Been a hoot owl howlin' outside my window now
For six nights in a row
She's comin' for me, I know
And on Wildfire we're both gonna go
We'll be ridin' Wildfire
Ridin' Wildfire
We'll be ridin' Wildfire
On Wildfire we're gonna ride
Gonna leave sodbustin' behind
Get these hard times right on out of our minds
Ridin' Wildfire