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 people who look and think like you but if you walk the footsteps of a stranger you learn the 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 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? oooh oh Come walk the hidden pine trails of the forest (the forest) Come taste the sun sweet berries of the earth (of the earth) Come roam in all the riches all around you (all around you) and for once never wonder what they're worth The rainstorm and the river are my brothers The heron and otter are my friends And we are all connected to each other In the 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 a 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 Or whether we have white or coppered skin 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 still or you won't deserve until You can paint with all the colors of the wind ooooooooh oh mmmmmmmmmmhmmmm ooooohmmmmm
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