Chief Joseph

I am a child of the Wallowa Valley in the

wilds of Oregon

I am 'Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain'

I was born a chief's son

The Nez Perce were my people

Looking Glass was my friend

And we lived our lives in the western hills

till the white man camp closing in

Closing in

From where the sun now stands

I will fight no more forever

And we will all remain together

From where the sun now stands

10,000 years the land was ours

If any can own the land

We believe no trees, no wind, no earth

are the property of man

General Howard, he came to find us

His government would not agree

So the land was claimed by the white man

and my people had to flee

My people had to flee

In the Bear Paw Mountains

just miles from freedom's hand

We sold our homes, we sold our bones,

and surrendered all our land

What is the price of freedom?

What is the pay in grief?

And what do we surrender to live our lives in peace?

Live our lives in peace?