You think you own whatever land you land on   The earth is just a dead thing you can claim   But I know ev'ry 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      Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon   Or let the eagle tell you there 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 sing with all the voices of the mountain   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 colors of the wind