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

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 of autumn moon?^

Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grins? 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?

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 us And for once never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and [ the] river are brothers The heron and the otter are our 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 of autumn 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 of autumn moon

But whether we are [ white] or copper skin ^ 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

All the colors of the wind