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 Gla** 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?