Small Fred

The Heart Of The Appaloosa

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From the land of shooting waters to the peaks of the Coeur d`AleneThimbleberries in the forest, elk grazing on the plainThe People of the Coyote made their camp along the streamsOf the green Wallowa Valley when fences had no name.And they bred a strain of horses, the treasure of the tribeWho could toe-dance on a ridge or gallop up a mountainsideWho could haul the hunter`s burden, turn a buffalo stampedeThe horse that wore the spotted coat was born with matchless speed.CHORUS:Thunder Rolling in the MountainsLead the People across the Great DivideThere`s blood on the snow in the hills of IdahoBut the heart of the Appaloosa never died.In the winter came the crowned ones near frozen in the coldBringing firearms and spyglasses and a book that saves the soulThe people gave them welcome, nursed them till their strenght returnedAnd studied the talking paper, its mysteries to learn.In the shadow of the mission sprang up farms and squatter townsThe plain was lined with fences, the plow blade split the groundIn the shallows of the Clearwater gold glittered in the panAnd the word would come from Washington: remove the Indian.CHORUSThe chief spoke to the People in his anger and his pain"I am no more Chief Joseph. Rolling Thunder is my name.They condemn us to a wasteland of barren soil and stoneWe shall fight them if we must, but we will find another home."They fled into the Bitterroot, an army at their heelsThey fought at White Bird Canyon, they fought at Misery HillTill the colonel saw his strategy and sent the order downTo kill the Appaloosa wherever it be found.CHORUSTwelve hundred miles retreating, three times over the DivideThe horse their only safety, their only allyThree thousand Appaloosas perishod with the tribeThe people and the horses dying side by side.Thunder Rolling in the Mountains said, "my heart is sick and sad.Our children now are freezing. The old chiefs are dead.The hunger take our spirit. Our wounds are deep and sore.From where the sun now stands I shal fight no more."CHORUSThey were sent to Oklahoma, malaria ran rifeBut more died of broken hearts far from the land that gave them lifeAnd the man once called Joseph at death was heard to say"We have given up our horses. They have gone away."But sometimes without warning from a dull domestic herdA spotted horse of spirit wondrous will emergeStrong it is and fearless and nimble on a hillListening for thunder, the Appaloosa`s living still.CHORUS

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