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You think I'm an savage
You've been so many places, I guess it be so
Still I cannot see if the one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know? You don't

You think you own whatever you land on
The Earth is a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and
Has a life, has a spirit, has a

You think the only who are people
Are the people all who look and like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a
learn things you never knew, you never knew

Have you ever the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he
Can you sing with all the voices of the
Can you paint with all the of the wind?
Can you with all the colors of the wind? Yeah

Come, run the pine trails of the forest
And come, taste the sun, sweet of the earth
Come, roll in all the all around you
And for once, wonder what they're worth, no

The rainstorm and the are my brothers
The and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to other
In a circle, in a that never ends

How does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down then never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue moon
For whether we are white or skinned
We need to with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the

You can own the earth and
All you'll own is until
You can with all the colors
All the colors of the wind, oh