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 sunsweet 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 moutnain  Can you paint with all the colors of the wind  Can you paint with all the colors of the wind    How high will 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 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    these lyrics are last corrected by Emily