Wildfire (Michael Martin Murphey)
She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirl wind by her side...
On a cold Nebraska night.
Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony named Wildfire
Busted down his stall....
In a blizzard he was lost.
chorus:
She ran calling Wildfire,
She ran calling Wildfire,
She ran calling Wildfire.
By the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
There's been an owl hooting 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.
Repeat chorus (x2).
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“The way someone treats you is not a reflection of your worth: It’s a reflection of their emotional capacity,”
— Jillian Turecki.
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