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 MOUNTAINS?
CAN YOU PAINT WITH ALL THE COLORS
OF THE WIND?
CAN YOU PAINT WITH ALL THE COLORS
OF THE WIND?
COME THE HIDDEN PINE TRAILS
OF THE FOREST
AND 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 RIVER
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 ASKED THE GRINNING BOBCAT
WHY HE GRINNED?
CAN YOU SING WITH ALL THE VOICES
OF THE MOUNTAINS?
CAN YOU PAINT WITH ALL THE COLORS
OF THE WIND?
CAN YOU PAINT WITH ALL THE COLORS
OF THE WIND?
HOW HIGH DOES THE SYCAMORE GROW?
IF YOU CUT IT DOWN
THEN YOU'LL NEVER KNOW
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 MOUNTAINS
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