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 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 grins?
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?
oooh oh
Come walk the hidden pine trails of the forest (the forest)
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the earth (of the earth)
Come roam in all the riches all around you (all around you)
and for once never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In the circle of 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
Or whether we have white or coppered skin
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 still or you won't deserve until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
ooooooooh oh mmmmmmmmmmhmmmm
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