Think you own whatever land you land on

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

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 learn things you never knew

You never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry

To the blue corn moon

Or ask 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 pinet rails 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 rivers are my brothers

And the heron and the other are my friends

And we are all connected to each other

In a circle in a hoop that never ends

Or let the eagle tell you where he's been

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

Or whether we are white or copper skinned

We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains

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