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 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 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      Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon   Or let the eagle tell 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      For whether we are white or copper skinned   We just to sing with all the voices of the mountains   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