Colors Of The Wind

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 find 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 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
 Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
 Or let the eagle tell you where he's been?
 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?
 How high does the sycamore grow?
 If you cut it down, you'll never know
 And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
 For whether we are white or copper skinned
 We can sing with all the voices of the mountains
 We can 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