You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew
You think the only people who are people
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
The heron and the otter are my friends
That I know every rock and tree and creature
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
You can own the earth and still, all you'll own is earth until
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind
And for once never wonder what they're worth
How high does a sycamore grow? If you cut it down then you'll never know
Come roll in all the riches all around you
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
In a circle in a hoop that never ends
For whether we are white or copper skinned
Are the people who look and think like you
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
And we are all connected to each other
