You think you own whatever
land you land on
the earth is just a dead
thing you can claim
but I know ev'ry rock
and tree and mountain.
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 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
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 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?

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 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.