You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know evry 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
Youll 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 theyre worth


The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
In a cirle, 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 hes 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 youll never know


And youll 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 youll own is earth until
You can paint with all colors of the wind