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, are your people

Are the people who look and think like you?

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 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 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 rivers are my, brothers

The heron and the otter are my, friends

And we are all connected, to each other

In a circle, of 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 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

Or 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 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