You say I'm an ignorant savage
Been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
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You think you own whatever land you walk 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 seen 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?
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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 it's 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 of hope that never ends
Have you ever seen the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grins?
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?
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How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then we'll never know
Then you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or whether we are white or copper skinned
You need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
You 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