corrYou think I'm an ignorant savage 

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 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 



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 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 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 can 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 coloured skinned 

We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain 

We need to paint with all the colours of the wind 



You can own the earth and still 

All you'll own is earth until 

You can paint with all the colours of the wind