Think you own whatever land you land on
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

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 colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors 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

[Repeat *]

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
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