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'll learn 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 forrest
Come taste the
sunsweet 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 river are my brothers
The heron and
the otter are my friends
And we are all
connected to eachother
In a circle in
a hoop that never ends
How high does
the 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