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You think you own what ever land you land on The earth is just a dead thing that 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 people who look and think like you But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger You learn the things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon Or asked the grinning bob cat why he grins 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
Come run the hidden pine shells of the forest Come taste the sun sweet berries of the earth Come roam all the ridges all around you And for once never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brother The herein and the otter are my friend And we are all connected to each other In a circle of a hoop that never ends.
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue Or let the eagle tell you where 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 You'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon for weather we are white or copper skinned
You need to sing with all the voices of the mountain You need to paint with all the colors of the wind. You can own the earth and still all you wont be sure until You can paint with all the colors of the wind