She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flatland she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
Whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night.
They say she died one winter, When there came an early frost
She ran calling Wild - fire,
Calling Wild - fire,
Calling Wi - i - ld - fi - i - re.
By the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow.
Been a hoot owl howlin' outside my window now,
For six nights in a row.
She's comin' for me, I know
And on Wildfire we're both gonna go.
We'll be ridin' Wildfire, Ridin' Wildfire,