You think you own whatever land
you land on
The earth is just a dead thing
you can claim
But I, know every rock and tree
and creature
Has a life, has a spirit
has a name
You think the only people
who are people
Are the people who look
and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps
of a stranger
You learn the things you never knew
you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf
cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat
why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices
of the mountain
Can you paint with all the colors
of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors
of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails
of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries
of the earth
Come roll in all the riches
all around you
And for once
never wonder what they"re worth
The rainstorm and the rivers
are my, brothers
The heron and the otter
are my, friends
And we are all connected
to each other
In a circle
in a hoop that never ends
Have you ever heard the wolf
cry to the blue corn moon?
Or let the eagle tell you where he"s been
Can you sing with all the voices
of the mountain
Can you paint with all the colors
of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors
of the wind?
How high does a sycamore grow
If you cut it down
then you"ll never know
And you"ll never hear the wolf
cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white
or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices
of the mountain?
We need to paint with all the colors
of the wind?
You can own the Earth and still
All you"ll own is Earth until
You can paint with all
the colors of the wind -