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