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 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