Colors of the wind


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 the blue corn moon
Or asked the gring bobcat why
be 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
they’re worth
The rainstrom and the river are
my brothers
The beron and the other are my
friends
And we are all connected to
each other
In a circle, in a hoop that
never ends
Have you ever heard the wolf
cry the blue corn moon
Or let the eagle tells you
where he has 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
you’ll never know
And you’ll never hear the
wolf cry the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or
copper-skinned
We need to 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 you’ll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors
of the wind