She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On the dark flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side.
On a cold Nebraska night.
Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire he busted down his stall
And in a blizzard he was lost.
She went callin' Wildfire, callin' Wildfirem callin' Wildfire.
By the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
There's been a hoot owl howlin' by my window now
For 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, riding Wildfire, riding Wildfire/
On Wildfire we'll ride
we're gonna leave sodbustin' behind
Get these hard times right on out
Of our minds riding Wildfire...
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