When the oak is felled the forest echoes with its fall, but a hundred acorns are sown silently by an unnoticed breeze. - Thomas Carlyle -

"Wildfire" -- Michael Murphey

She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
Whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night.

Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came an killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down its stall,
In a blizzard she was lost.
She ran calling Wild--fire
Calling Wild---fire
Calling Wi-ld--fi-re

So by the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
Been a hoot owl howlin' outside my window now
'Bout six nights in a row

1866

Credit: San Francisco Public Library

She's comin' for me, I know
And on Wildfire we're both gonna go
We'll be ridin' Wildfire
Ridin' Wildfire

Ridin' Wildfire
On Wildfire we're gonna ride
Gonna leave sodbustin' behind
Get the hard times right on out of our minds
Ridin' Wildfire


Credit: Online Archive of California