And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon for whether we are white or copper-skinned We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains We need to paint with all the colours 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 Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people Are the people who look and think like you But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger You learn things you never knew You never knew
