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 grinning bobcat why he grinned? 
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? 
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? 
Can you paint with all the colors 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 let the eagle tell you there he's been 
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? 
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? 
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 
For whether we are white or copper-skinned 
We just 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 
All you'll own is earth until 
You can paint with all colors of the wind