Wild Fire

Wild Fire Cowgirl Gypsy Bag

I remember being about 9 or 10 

when Wild Fire by Michael Martin Murphey 

came out .. 

and ....   I'll admit .. 

I'd hoover around my little am/fm radio when it would come on 

and listen passionately 

and always had a little tear by the end.

I loved that song!

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 it's stall

In a blizzard he was lost

She ran callin', Wildfire

She ran callin', Wildfire

She ran callin', 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

On Wildfire, we're gonna ride

We're gonna leave, sodbustin' behind

Get these hard times right on out of our minds

Riding Wildfire