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? (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?
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 (*)
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 or 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
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