You think you own whatever land you land on. The earth is just the 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 ask 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?
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?
The earth is just the dead thing you can claim.
But I know every rock and tree and creature.
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name.
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
or ask 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?
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 heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle in a hoop that never ends
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?
If you cut it down then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind