You think I'm an
ignorant savage
And you've been
so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much
that you don't know
You don't know
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 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
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
How high will 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 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