How can you buy or sell the sky   Or the warmth of the land it's strange to us   We don't own the freshness of the air   Or the sparkle of the water   How can you buy them from us   The white man doesn't understand our ways   For he's a stranger who comes in the night   And takes from the land just what he needs      Oh yeah      He treats his brothers like his enemies   When it's completed he moves on   He leaves his father's grave and his birthright   His birthright is forgotten   The air is precious to the red man   For all things share the same breath   The white man won't notice the air he breathes   Like a man dying for many days      All right now      The whites must treat the beasts of his land   As his brothers not his enemies   Tell me what is man without the beasts   I'll bet he will die of loneliness      One thing we know that the white man will   We know our god is the same god   You may think you wish to own him   Own him as you wish to own our land   But he is the body of man   And the earth is precious to him   Continue to contaminate your bed   And you will suffocate in your waste