Colors Of The Wind

You think you own what ever land you land on

The earth is just a dead thing that 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 people who look and think like you

But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger

You learn the things you never knew you never knew

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

Or asked the grinning bob cat why he grins

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 shells of the forest

Come taste the sun sweet berries of the earth

Come roam all the ridges all around you

And for once never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brother

The herein and the otter are my friend

And we are all connected to each other

In a circle of a hoop that never ends.

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue

Or let the 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

You'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

for weather we are white or copper skinned

You need to sing with all the voices of the mountain

You need to paint with all the colors of the wind.

You can own the earth and still all you wont be sure until

You can paint with all the colors of the wind