You think I'm just an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places I guess it must be so
But still I can not 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 colours of the wind?

Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forrest

Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what there worth


The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends

And we are all connected by each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends


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
Need to paint with all the colours of the wind


You can own the earth and still,
All you own is earth until

You can paint with all the colours of the wind.