You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so

But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
Now 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 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


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