You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim But if you 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 Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon 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 Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth The rainstorm and the river are my brother
The heron and the otter and my friends In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
And we are all connected to each other Repeat 'Chorus' 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 need to sing with all the voices of the mountain We need to paint with all the colours of the wind All you own is Earth until You can paint with all the colours of the wind.
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