You think I'm an ignorant savage

and you've been so many places

I guess it must be so, but still I can not see

If the savage one is me

How can there be so much that you don't know



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 learn things you never knew

You never knew



Have you ever heard the wolf cry 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 colours of the wind?

Can you paint with all the colours 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 for 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 all connected to each other

In a circle in a hoop that never ends



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

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