Can you paint with all the 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 learn things you never knew, you never knew
Have you ever heard a wolf cry to a blue full moon
Have you asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of 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 trail of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berry of the earth
Come roll over all the riches around you
And, for once, never wonder whatever
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and otter are my friends
We are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop, that never ends
How high the sycamore grows
If you cut it down and you will never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue full moon
Whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own all the earth and still all you own is earth
Until you can paint with all the colors of the wind
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