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 burning 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 roam the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun's sweet berries of the earth
Come rule 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're 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 asked the burning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
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
Forever we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and still, for your own is surrounding you
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
© transcript Emily Beynon