I have no ponies left to ride,
There are no visions in my mind
The sky is broken, the moon is down,
There is darkness
I will pray to the morning star,
Pray that I might carry on
Give me wisdom, give me life,
Give me courage
Once this great land was my home,
Where my people freely roamed
Now the world is torn apart,
There is darkness
My name is Joseph, this is my story:
I didn’t want fame, I didn’t seek glory,
My father’s land, I will defend it,
With my life, with my hands
We were on our way to the reservation,
Forced to go, our homes abandoned
My people’s hearts, they were breaking,
My young men killed, and a war was on
The Army found us in White Bird Canyon,
We were camped on the Salmon River
One hundred men, we did defeat them,
And away to death, to death we rode
Day and night they pursued us,
Along the rivers, up the Bitterroot
For young and old, the trail was brutal,
But we were running for our lives
Then one cold dawn in the Big Hole valley,
Their bullets came, in deadly volley
So many died, I can’t remember,
We fought them off, and we rode on
We crossed the Divide, and they came after,
Through the valleys into Yellowstone
Down the steps of Clark’s Fork Canyon,
Through the land of the Crow, and up the Musselshell.
We crossed the Missouri at Cow Island,
Twelve hundred miles we’d run and fought
We headed north through the Bear Paw Mountains,
And it was there our luck ran out
Five days and nights, we stood and fought them,
In the bitter wind, in the freezing snow
We shot each other all to pieces,
‘till the food ran out, the ammunition gone
My heart was sick, sad and heavy,
Children freezing, so many gone
I will fight no more, no more forever,
Where the sun now stands, I will fight no more.
I heard the thunder from the mountains,
I saw the blood, there on the plain
I feel a sorrow never ending,
Among the tears, everlasting pain
I have no ponies left to ride,
There are no visions in my mind
The sky is broken, the moon is down,
There is darkness
I will pray to the morning star,
Pray that I might carry on
Give me wisdom, give me life,
Give me courage
Once this great land was my home,
Where my people freely roamed
Now the world is torn apart,
There is darkness
I will fight no more… I will fight no more…
No more forever.
There are no visions in my mind
The sky is broken, the moon is down,
There is darkness
I will pray to the morning star,
Pray that I might carry on
Give me wisdom, give me life,
Give me courage
Once this great land was my home,
Where my people freely roamed
Now the world is torn apart,
There is darkness
My name is Joseph, this is my story:
I didn’t want fame, I didn’t seek glory,
My father’s land, I will defend it,
With my life, with my hands
We were on our way to the reservation,
Forced to go, our homes abandoned
My people’s hearts, they were breaking,
My young men killed, and a war was on
The Army found us in White Bird Canyon,
We were camped on the Salmon River
One hundred men, we did defeat them,
And away to death, to death we rode
Day and night they pursued us,
Along the rivers, up the Bitterroot
For young and old, the trail was brutal,
But we were running for our lives
Then one cold dawn in the Big Hole valley,
Their bullets came, in deadly volley
So many died, I can’t remember,
We fought them off, and we rode on
We crossed the Divide, and they came after,
Through the valleys into Yellowstone
Down the steps of Clark’s Fork Canyon,
Through the land of the Crow, and up the Musselshell.
We crossed the Missouri at Cow Island,
Twelve hundred miles we’d run and fought
We headed north through the Bear Paw Mountains,
And it was there our luck ran out
Five days and nights, we stood and fought them,
In the bitter wind, in the freezing snow
We shot each other all to pieces,
‘till the food ran out, the ammunition gone
My heart was sick, sad and heavy,
Children freezing, so many gone
I will fight no more, no more forever,
Where the sun now stands, I will fight no more.
I heard the thunder from the mountains,
I saw the blood, there on the plain
I feel a sorrow never ending,
Among the tears, everlasting pain
I have no ponies left to ride,
There are no visions in my mind
The sky is broken, the moon is down,
There is darkness
I will pray to the morning star,
Pray that I might carry on
Give me wisdom, give me life,
Give me courage
Once this great land was my home,
Where my people freely roamed
Now the world is torn apart,
There is darkness
I will fight no more… I will fight no more…
No more forever.
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