capo 3
Verse 1
You [G]think you own whatever land you [Em]land on
The [G]earth is just a dead thing you can [Bm]claim
But [Em]I know every rock and tree and [C]creature
has a [Am]life, has a [D]spirit, has a [Em]name
You [G]think the only people who are [Em]people
are the [G]people who look and think like [Bm]you
But [Em]if you walk the footsteps of a [C]stranger
you'll learn [Am]things you never [D]knew you [G]never knew
Chorus
Have you [Em]ever heard the wolf cry to the [Bm]blue corn [C]moon
or [Em]asked the grinning bobcat why he [Bm]grinned
Can you [C]sing with all the [D]voices of the [Em]mountain
Can you [C]paint with all the colors of the [D]wind
Can you [C]paint with all the [D]colors of the [G]wind
Verse 2
Come [G]run the hidden pine trails of the [Em]forest
Come [G]taste the sun sweet berries of the [Bm]earth
Come [Em]roll in all the riches all [C]around you
and [Am]for once never [D]wonder what [Em]they're worth
The [G]rain storm and the river are my [Em]brothers
The [G]heron and the otter are my [Bm]friends
And [Em]we are all connected to each [C]other
in a [Am]circle in a [D]hoop that never [G]ends
Bridge
[G]How [C]high does the [Bm]sycamore [Em]grow?
If you [Am]cut it down then you'll [D]never know
Chorus
And [Em]you'll never hear the wolf cry to the [Bm]blue corn [C]moon
For [Em]whether we are white- or [Bm]copper-skinned
You need [C]to sing with all [D]the voices of [Em]the mountain
You need [C]to paint with all the colors of [D]the wind
You can [Em]own the earth and still all you [Bm]own is earth until
you can [C]paint with all the [D]colors of the [G]wind