(Michael M. Murphey - Larry Cansler) 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...