Wildfire — текст песни (Tracy Byrd)

(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
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