Written:Michael Martin Murphy/Larry Cansler 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 And there came a killing frost And the pony she named wildfire 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 Theres been a hoot owl howling by my window now For six nights in a row Shes coming for me I know And on wildfire were both gonna go Well be riding with wildfire Riding with wildfire Riding with wildfire On a wildfire were gonna ride Were gonna leave sod bustin behind Let these hard times right out if my mind Riding wildfire