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

He busted down his stall

And in a blizzard he was lost



She ran calling Wildfire

Calling Wildfire

Calling Wildfire



By the dark of the moon I planted

But there came an early snow

There's been a hoot-owl howling outside 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're gonna ride

We're gonna leave sodbustin' behind

Get these hard times right on out of my mind

Riding Wildfire