WILDFIREMichael MurphyShe comes down yellow mountain on a dark flat land she ridesOn a pony she named WildfireWith a whirlwind by her sideOn a cold and drafty nightOh they say she died one winterWhen there came a chilling frostAnd the pony she named WildfireBusted down his stallIn a blizzard he was lostShe ran calling Wildfire (3 times)By the dark of the moon I plantedBut there came an early snowThere's been a hoot owl howling outside my window nowFor six nights in a rowShe's coming for me I knowAnd on Wildfire we're both gonna goWe'll be riding Wildfire (3 times)On Wildfire we're going to ride herGonna leave it all behindYes she's always shining right out of my mindRiding WildfireFrom: cathyanne@iolinc.net (Oldaker, Cathy)