You think I'm an ignorant savageAnd you've been so many places, I guess it must be soBut still I cannot see, if the savage one is meHow can there be so much that you don't know?You don't know...
You think you own whatever land you land onThe earth is just a dead thing you can claimBut I know every rock and tree and creatureHas a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are peopleAre the people who look and think like youBut if you walk the footsteps of a strangerYou'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moonOr ask the grinning bobcat why he grinnedCan you sing with all the voices of the mountainCan you paint with all the colours of the windCan you paint with all the colours of the wind
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forestCome taste the sun-sweet berries of the earthCome roll in all the riches all around youAnd for once never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothersThe heron and the otter are my friendsAnd we are all connected to each otherIn a circle in a hoop that never ends
How high does that sycamore growIf you cut it down then you'll never knowAnd you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moonFor whether we are white or copper skinnedWe need sing with all the voices of the mountainWe need paint with all the colours of the wind
You can own the earth and stillAll you'll own is earth untilYou can paint with all the colours of the wind