You think you own whatever land you landon The earth is just a dead thing you can claimBut I know every rock and tree and creature Has a life, has a spirit, has a nameYou think the only people who are people Are the people who look and think like youBut if you walk the footsteps of a stranger You'll learn things you never knew, you never knewHave you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?Or asked the burning bobcat why he grinned?Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?Come roam the hidden pine trails of the forestCome taste the sun's sweet berries of the earthCome rule in all the riches all around youAnd for once, never wonder what they're worthThe rainstorm and the river are my brothersThe heron and the otter are my friendsAnd we're all connected to each otherIn a circle, in a hoop that never endsHave you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?Or asked the burning bobcat why he grinned?Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?How high does the sycamore grow if you cut it down?Then you'll never knowAnd you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moonForever we are white or copper-skinnedWe need to sing with all the voices of the mountainNeed to paint with all the colors of the windYou can own the earth and still, for your own is surrounding youYou can paint with all the colors of the wind© transcript Emily Beynon