You think you own
whatever land you land on
The Earth is just
adead 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 to the blue corn moon
Or asked 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 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 they’re 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 in a hoop that never ends
Have you ever heard 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 mountains
Can you paint with
all the colors of the wind
Can you paint with
all the colors of the wind
How high will 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 mountains
We 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
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