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 the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
  Or ask the grinning bob cat why he grins
  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
    [Shi Shi]
  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
  And we are all connected to each other
  In a circle of 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 need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
  We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
    You can own the earth and still
  All you own is earth until
  You paint with all the colors of the wind