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
There's Been A Hoot Owl Howling 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 With Wildfire
Riding With Wildfire
Riding With Wildfire

On A Wildfire We're Gonna Ride
We're Gonna Leave Sod Bustin' Behind
Let These Hard Times Right Out If My Mind
Riding Wildfire