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 asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
 Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
 Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?
 Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?

 [bad word] the hidden pine trails of the forest
 [bad word] taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
 [bad word] 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 asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
 Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
 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
 whether we are white or copper-skinned
 We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
 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 colours of the wind