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 colours

of the wind?

Can you paint

with all the colours

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 colours

of the wind?

Can you paint

with all the colours

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

Or whether we are white

or copper skinned

We need to sing

with all the voices

of the mountain

We need to paint

with all the colours

of the wind

And all the

Earth is still

All you own

is earth until

You can paint

with all the colours

of the wind