You think you own what ever 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 spirt 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 mountians

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 sunsweet berries of the earth

Come roll in all the riches all around you

And for once never wonder what their worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers

The heran 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 asked the grinning tell you where has been

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountians

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 wether we are white or copper skinned

We need to sing with all the

Voices of the mountian

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