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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 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?
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 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 let teh eagle tell you where he's 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 to 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