Wildfire

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 Oh, they say she died one winter When there came a killing frost And the pony she named Wildfire Busted down its stall In a blizzard he was lost She ran calling Wildfire She ran calling Wildfire She ran calling Wildfire So by the dark of the moon, I planted But there came an early snow Been a hoot-owl howling outside my window now 'Bout 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