[00:01.93]
[00:11.94]You think you own
[00:13.51]Whatever land you land on
[00:16.39]
[00:17.56]The Earth is just a dead
[00:19.97]Thing you can claim
[00:21.50]
[00:23.28]But I know every rock
[00:25.71]And tree and creature
[00:27.22]
[00:29.11]Has a life has a spirit has a name
[00:33.19]
[00:35.09]You think the only people who are people
[00:39.48]
[00:40.53]Are the people who look and think like you
[00:45.17]
[00:46.07]But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
[00:50.39]
[00:51.40]You'll learn things
[00:53.16]You never knew you never knew
[00:56.43]
[00:57.26]Have you ever heard
[00:59.44]The wolf cry to the blue corn moon
[01:02.60]
[01:03.30]Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
[01:08.01]
[01:08.68]Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains
[01:13.61]
[01:14.33]Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
[01:19.43]
[01:20.53]Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
[01:25.78]
[01:26.49]How high will the sycamore grow
[01:31.37]
[01:31.88]If you cut it down then you'll never know
[01:37.13]
[01:40.14]And you'll never hear the wolf
[01:43.06]Cry to the blue corn moon
[01:46.29]For whether we are white or copper skinned
[01:51.76]We need to sing with
[01:53.62]All the voices of the mountains
[01:56.79]
[01:57.33]We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
[02:02.39]
[02:03.08]You can own the Earth and still
[02:06.16]All you'll own is Earth until
[02:10.01]
[02:11.48]You can paint with all the colors of the wind
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 asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
How high will 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 mountains
We 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 the colors of the wind