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

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

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

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

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

The rainstorm and the river are my
The and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each
In a in a hoop that never ends

How high a sycamore grow?
If you cut it down you'll never know
And you'll never the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colors of the

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