You think you
own whatever
land you land on
The earth is just
a dead thing you
can claim
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
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 mountains
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