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

　　Youll 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 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 sunsweet berries of the earth

　　Come roll in all the riches all around you

　　And for once never wonder what theyre 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 cirle in a hoop that never ends

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

　　Or asked the grinning 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

　　How high does the sycamore grow

　　If you cut it down then youll never know

　　And youll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

　　For whether we are white or copperskinned

　　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 youll own is earth untill

　　You can paint with all the colors of the wind