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 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!
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...
