You think you own whatever land you land on
   The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
   But I know ev'ry 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 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 mountain ?
   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 sun-sweet 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
   We are all connected to each other
   In a cirle, 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 mountain ?
   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, then 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 just sing with all the voices of the mountain
   Need to 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 colors of the wind