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
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
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
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire
But there came an early snow
There's been a hoot-owl howling by my window now
For six nights in a row
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
And on Wildfire we're both gonna go
We'll be riding Wildfire
We'll be riding Wildfire
We'll be riding Wildfire
We'll be riding Wildfire
We'll be riding Wildfire
On Wildfire we're gonna ride
Gonna leave sodbustin' behind
Get these hard times right on out of our minds
Wow!
ReplyDeleteI don't know how you live without YouTube! The photo montage is only about 1/4 of this. The song is haunting. I hadn't heard it in years and never paid much attention to the lyrics. This time it moved me to tears. It's not about the horse, it's about the girl and his hopeless longing for her.
ReplyDeleteI remember the song. It is haunting. My daughter followed a TV series for a while a few years back called Wildfire. Pretty much a soap opera on a horse ranch. I watched a few episodes with her. She loves horses, too.
ReplyDeleteAh, and My Friend Flicka! I watched a few of them on an oldies TV site recently and they didn't quite hold the magic they did in 1963. But the horse was beautiful. So was Fury ("the story of a horse, and the boy who loved him"). Most of these horses were highly trained Arabians and natural hams. Funnily enough, there was a news story today about the RCMP taking on some new horses, and instead of the shiny high-stepping steeds of old, they're Percherons, massive and implacable. I guess that's what it takes to control a crowd in Vancouver.
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