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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 [x3]

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 [x3]

On Wildfire we're gonna ride

Gonna leave sodbustin' behind

Get these hard times right on out of our minds

Riding Wildfire

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Isn’t it a great song Red!!

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Have always loved this song since I first heard it in the early seventies. Yesterday, winter solstice, my Mom would have turned 100. She passed 25 years ago

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Reminds me of South Coast by the Kingston Trio

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A tear jerker for such. Thanks for the memory.

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