And you've been so many places
 I guess it must be so
 But still I cannot see
 If the savage one is me
 How can there be so much that you don't know?
 You don't know

 You think you own whatever land you land on
 The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
 But I know ev'ry 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 a 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 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 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

 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 wether we are white or copper-skinned
 We need to 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 the colors of the wind