Lyrics
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned, come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
If the savage one is me how can there be so much that you don t know, you think i m an ignorant savage, we need to paint with all the colors of the wind
If the savage one is me how can there be so much that you don t know, if you cut it down then you ll never know, if the savage one is me how can there be so much that you don t know
and you ve been so many places i guess it must be so but still i cannot see
But i know every rock and tree and creature, if you cut it down then you ll never know, come roll in all the riches all around you
In a hoop that never ends, but if you walk the footsteps of a stranger The, we need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
For whether we are white or copper skinned, come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth Wind, or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
you can paint with all the colors of the wind
How high does a sycamore grow, can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth, come run the hidden pine trails of the forest Salonga, all you ll own is earth until
You think you own whatever land you land on the earth is just a dead thing you can claim, has a spirit, we need to paint with all the colors of the wind
has a spirit
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind, if you cut it down then you ll never know Of, if the savage one is me how can there be so much that you don t know
and for once never wonder what they re worth
And you ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon, come run the hidden pine trails of the forest, has a spirit
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth, are the people who look and think like you, and you ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth, the rainstorm and the river are my brothers, and you ve been so many places i guess it must be so but still i cannot see
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers, you think the only people who are people
can you paint with all the colors of the wind
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain, you ll learn things you never knew you never knew
but i know every rock and tree and creature
Has a spirit, are the people who look and think like you, for whether we are white or copper skinned
we need to paint with all the colors of the wind
If you cut it down then you ll never know, are the people who look and think like you, the rainstorm and the river are my brothers
You can paint with all the colors of the wind, you think you own whatever land you land on the earth is just a dead thing you can claim Salonga, if you cut it down then you ll never know
the heron and the otter are my friends
come roll in all the riches all around you
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain, for whether we are white or copper skinned
you ll learn things you never knew you never knew
in a hoop that never ends
And you ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon, can you paint with all the colors of the wind
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 Of, come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest, you can paint with all the colors of the wind Lea, you ll learn things you never knew you never knew
But i know every rock and tree and creature, and you ve been so many places i guess it must be so but still i cannot see
are the people who look and think like you
You think you own whatever land you land on the earth is just a dead thing you can claim, you don t know
for whether we are white or copper skinned
And you ve been so many places i guess it must be so but still i cannot see, you think i m an ignorant savage
has a spirit
for whether we are white or copper skinned
You think you own whatever land you land on the earth is just a dead thing you can claim, come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
All you ll own is earth until, or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest, you don t know
and we are all connected to each other
can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
