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 things you never knew you never knew
(chorous)
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 mountains?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come tasted 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
(chorous)
How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down then you will 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 mountains
We need to paint with all the colours of the wind
We need to paint with all the colours of the wind
We need to paint with all the colours of the wind