Wildfire — текст песни (Michael Martin Murphy)

She Comes down from yellow mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
When the world went 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 he was lost
She ran calling WILDFIRE!
she ran calling WILDFIRE! she ran 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
We`ll be riding WILDFIRE!
We`ll be riding WILDFIRE! We`ll be riding WILDFIRE!

On WILDFIRE (were gonna ride)
(were gonna leave some behind)WILDFIRE!
(get these hard times right on outta our minds..riding wildfire) WILDFIRE!