"..I was very happy, when i saw you laugh"

corrYou think I'm an ignorant savage 
And you've been so many places; I guess it must be so 
But still I cannot see, if the savage one is me 
How can there be so much that you don't know? 
You don't know... 

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 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 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 

How high can 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 mountain 
We need to paint with all the colours of the wind 

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