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

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 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

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