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 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 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 rivers are my, brothers    The heron and the otter are my, friends    And we are all connected, to each other    In a 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    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