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 sprit,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 to the blue corn moon

Or askde to the grinning bobcat why he grinned?

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?

Can you paint all the colors of the wind?

Can you paint 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 rhe riches all around you

And for once,never wonder what they worth

The rainstrom 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,in a hoop that never ends

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

Or askde to the grinning bobcat why he grinned?

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?

Can you paint all the colors of the wind?

Can you paint 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 to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voice of the mountain
Need to paint all the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint all the colors of the wind