You think you own whatever land you land on. The earth is
just a dead
thing you can claim. But if 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 footest
of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew.

* Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the bluecorn moon
or asked the
grinning bobcat why he grinned. Can you sing with all the
voices of the
mountain. Can you paint with all the color of the wind. Can
you paint with all
the color of the wind.
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest. Come taste
the sun - sweet
berries of the earth. Come rool in all the richer all around
you. And for once
never wonder what they're worth. The rainstorm and the
river are my brother.
The hero and the others are my friend. And we are all
connected are my to each
other. In a circle in a hoop that never end.

( Repeat * )
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 voice
of the moutain.
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind. You can own is
earth and still.
All you'll own is earth until. You can paint with all the colors
of the wind.