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 sunsweet

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

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