Think you own whatever land you land 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 Think the only people who are 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 to the blue corn 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 all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pinetrails of the forest Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth Come roll in all the riches all around you And once never wonder what they're worth The rainstorm and the rivers are my brothers And the heron and the otter are my friends And we are connected to each other In a circle in a hoop that never ends
Repeat *] How high does the sycamore grow If you cut it down, then you'll know And you'll never hear the wolf cry To the blue corn moon Or whether we are white or copper-skinned We need to sing with the voices of the mountains To paint with all the colors of the wind You can own the Earth and still all you'll own is earth Until can paint with all the colors of the wind