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'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 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 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