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 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 mountains?
Can you paint
With all the colours of the wind?
Can you paint
With all the colours of the wind?

Come run
The hidden pinetrails 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 rivers 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 colours of the wind?
Can you paint
With all the colours 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
Or 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 colours 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