You think I'm 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 can 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 need to sing with all the voices of the mountain    We need to paint with all the colours of the wind       You can own the earth and still    All you'll own is earth until    You can paint with all the colours of the wind