Think own whatever land you land on Earth is just a dead thing you can claim But I know every rock and tree and creature a life, has a spirit, has a name Think the only people who are people Are the people who look and think like But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger You learn things you never knew You never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue moon? Or ask 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 pinetrails of the Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth Come roll in all the riches all around you And for never wonder what they're worth The rainstorm and the rivers are my brothers And the heron and the are my friends And we are all connected to each other In a circle in a hoop that never ends
Repeat *] How high does the sycamore grow If cut it down, then you'll never know And you'll never hear the wolf cry To the blue corn Or whether we are white or copper-skinned We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains To paint with all the colors of the wind can own the Earth and still all you'll own is earth Until you can paint with all the colors of the wind