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 the 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

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