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

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

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

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

Come run the hidden trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the
Come roll in all the all around you
And for once never what they're worth

The rainstorm and the are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my
And we are all connected to each
In a circle in a hoop never ends

How high will a grow?
If you cut it then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the corn moon
For whether we are white or skinned
We to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the of the wind

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