She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wild Fire
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 Wild Fire
Busted down his stall
In a blizzard she was lost

She ran calling Wild Fire
Calling Wild Fire
Calling Wild Fire

So by the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
Been a hoot owl howling outside my window now
About six nights in a row
She's coming for me, I know
And on Wild Fire we're both gonna go

We'll be riding Wild Fire
Riding Wild Fire
Riding Wild Fire

On Wild Fire we're gonna ride
Gonna leave sod bustin' behind
Get the hard times right on out of our minds
Riding Wild Fire
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Updated 4.15.07 Ice Lady