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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 asked a grinning bobcat why he grinned?　

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?　

Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?　

Can you paint with all the colours 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　

And we are all connected to each other　

In a circle, 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 colours of the wind?　

Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?

　　How high does the sycamore grow?　

If you cut it down, 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　

Need to paint with all the colours of the wind　

You can own the earthe and still　

All you”ll own is earth until　

You can paint with all the colours of the wind