Wildfire

(альбом: The Horse Legends - 1997)

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
Busted down his stall
In a blizzard, she was lost

She ran calling wildfire
Calling wildfire
Calling wildfire

So by the dark of the moon, I planted
But there came an early snow
Been a hoot-owl howling outside my window now
'Bout 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
Gonna leave sodbusting behind
Get the hard times right on out of our minds
Riding wildfire