Wildfire - Michael Martin Murphey, Amy Grant

She comes down from Yellow Mountain

On the 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 he busted down his stall

And in a blizzard he was lost

She went callin' Wildfire, callin' Wildfirem callin' Wildfire

By the dark of the moon I planted

But there came an early snow

There’s been a hoot owl howlin' 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, riding Wildfire, riding Wildfire/

On Wildfire we’ll ride

We’re gonna leave sodbustin' behind

Get these hard times right on out

Of our minds riding Wildfire…