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 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 mountains

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

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 colours of the wind

You can own

the Earth and still

all you'll own is earth until

you can paint with all

the colours of the wind.....