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 creature
Has a life has a spirit
has a name
think the only
people who are people
people who look
and think like you
But if you walk the foot steps
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 of a hope
that never ends
Have you ever heard the
wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or let the egle 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 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
we are whether white
or copper skinned
We need to sing with all
voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all
the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and srill
All you own is earth unitl
You can paint with all the
colors of the wind