Come run the hidden pine trails of the forestCome taste the sun-sweet berries of the earthCome roll in all the riches all around youAnd for once never wonder what they’re worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothersThe heron and the otter are my friendsAnd we are all connected to each otherIn a circle in a hoop that never endsHave you ever heard the wolf cryTo the blue corn moonOr let the eagle tell you where he’s beenCan you sing with all the voices of the mountainCan you paint with all the colors of the windCan you paint with all the colors of the wind
How high does the sycamore growIf you cut it down then you’ll never knowAnd you‘ll never hear the wolf cryTo the blue corn moonFor whether we are white of copper-skinnedWe need to sing with all the voices of the mountainWe need to paint with all the colors of the windYou can own the earth and stillAll you’ll own is earth untilYou can paint with all the colors of the windCrazy World/編輯
