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 Youll 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 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 theyre 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 hes 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 youll never know And youll 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 can paint with all the colors of the wind
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 06:35:36 +0000
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