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 and 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 mountains 
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 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 mountains 
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind 
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind 

How high will 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 wether we are white or copper skinned 
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains 
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