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

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 mountain

You can paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth untill

You can paint with all the colors of the wind