You think you own whatever land you land onThe Earth is just a dead thing you can claimBut I know every rock and tree and creatureHas a lifehas a spirithas a nameYou think the only people who are peopleAre the people who look and think like youBut if you walk the footsteps of a strangerYou ll learn things you never knew you never knewHave you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moonOr 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 forestCome taste the sunsweet berries of the EarthCome roll in all the riches all around youAnd for oncenever wonder what they re worthThe rainstorm and the river are my brothersThe heron and the otter are my friendsAnd we are all connected to each otherIn a circlein a hoop that never endsHave you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moonOr have the Eagle tell where he s been?Can you sing with all the voices of the moutnainCan you paint with all the colors of the windCan you paint with all the colors of the windHow high will the sycamore grow?If you cut it downthen you ll never knowAnd you ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moonFor whether we are white or copper skinnedWe need to sing with all the voices of the mountainsWe need to paint with all the colors of the windYou can own the Earth and stillAll you ll own is Earth untilYou can paint with all the colors of the wind

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