WHETHER WE ARE WHITE OR COPPER SKINNED

You think you own whatever land, you land on.
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'll learn things, you never knew, you never knew.

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

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest.
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth.
Come roll in all the riches, all around you.
And for once, never wonder what they're worth.

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers.
The heron and the otter are my friends.
And we are all connected to each other,
In a circle, in a hoop, that never ends.

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or let the eagle tell you where he's been?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

How high, does the Sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know.

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 colors of the wind.

You can own the Earth and still,
All you'll own is Earth until,
You can paint with all the colors of the wind.



I believe, with all my heart, that all of us need to truly listen and understand what this song is telling us.........


Until we meet again.....Greetings and Salutations from the Moon.............Lj