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 the 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 rivers 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 a 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
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
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