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 will 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 grins
Can you sing with all the voices of a 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 forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches around you
And for once never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otters are my friends
And we are 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 you where he has been
Can you sing with all the voices of a mountain
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind
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
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colours of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colours of the wind