You think I'm just an ignorant savage   And you've been so many places; I guess it must be so   But still I cannot see, if the savage one is me   How can there be so much that you don't know?   You don't know...      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'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      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   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