Tracy Byrd - Wildfire Тексты

(Michael Martin Murphy/Larry Cansler)

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
And there came a killing frost
And the pony she named wildfire
Busted down his stall
And in a blizzard he was lost

She ran calling wildfire
Calling wildfire
Calling wildfire

By the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
There