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 Its Stall in A Blizzard He Was Lost
she Ran Calling Wildfire X 3 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 Wildfire X 3
on Wildfire We're Gonna Ride gonna Leave Sodbustin' Behind get These Hard Times Right On Out Of Our Minds riding Wildfire