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TGIF Bloggers!

It's a snowy morning here in the northeast. We've been lucky that we really haven't had a bad winter here in NJ. It's been pretty mild so far, but March has been known to throw us a curveball or two, so I don't want to jinx myself!

I tried to pick a song that was reflective of the weather that was happening outside - otherwise I was going to use the ol' "eenie, meenie, miney, mo" which is a very reliable decision making technique!

This song is truely sappy and syrupy sweet, but when I was a teenie bopper...I loved the story. I think it was because I've always loved horses, but it was sooooooooooo sad...I almost cried.

Wildfire (1975)
by: Michael Martin Murphey

She Comes down from yellow mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
When the world went 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 his stall
In a blizzard he was lost

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
Theres been a hoot owl howling by my window now
For six nights in a row
Shes coming for me I know
And on WildFire were both gonna go

We'll be riding WILDFIRE!
We'll be riding WILDFIRE!
We'll be riding WILDFIRE!
On WILDFIRE (were gonna ride)
(were gonna leave some behind)
WILDFIRE!
(get these hard times right on outta our minds..riding wildfire)
WILDFIRE!