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 grinnin'
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 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 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
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
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