Colors Of The Wind

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 learn things you never knew

You never knew

Have you ever heard

The wolf cry

To the blue corn moon?

Or ask the grinning

Bobcat why he grinned

Can you sing

With all the voices of the mountains?

Can you paint

With all the colours of the wind?

Can you paint

With all the colours of the wind?

Come run

The hidden pinetrails 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 rivers 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 the eagle

Tell you where he's been

Can you sing

With all the voices of the mountains?

Can you paint

With all the colours of the wind?

Can you paint

With all the colours 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

Or 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 colours 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