You think Im an ignorant savage
And youve 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 dont know
You dont 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
Youll 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 mountains
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 sunsweet berries
of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches
all around you
And for once never wonder
what theyre 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 will the sycamore grow
If you cut it down
then youll never know
And youll 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 mountains
We need to paint with all the colors
of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All youll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors
of the wind