WILDFIRE

Michael Murphy



She comes down yellow mountain on a dark flat land she rides

On a pony she named Wildfire

With a whirlwind by her side

On a cold and drafty night



Oh they say she died one winter

When there came a chilling frost

And the pony she named Wildfire

Busted down his stall

In a blizzard he was lost

She ran calling Wildfire (3 times)



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 (3 times)



On Wildfire we're going to ride her

Gonna leave it all behind

Yes she's always shining right out of my mind

Riding Wildfire



From: cathyanne@iolinc.net (Oldaker, Cathy)