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 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
　　And you‘ll never hear the wolf cry
　　To the blue corn moon
　　For whether we are white of copper-skinned
　　We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
　　We 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