Wild Surf
You think you own what ever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing that 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 people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You learn the things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bob cat why he grins
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
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 shells of the forest
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the earth
Come roam all the ridges all around you
And for once never wonder what they’re worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brother
The herein and the otter are my friend
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle of a hoop that never ends.
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue
Or let the eagle tell you where he’s been
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
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
You’ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
for weather we are white or copper skinned
You need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
You need to paint with all the colors of the wind.
You can own the earth and still all you wont be sure until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
The earth is just a dead thing that 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 people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You learn the things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bob cat why he grins
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
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 shells of the forest
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the earth
Come roam all the ridges all around you
And for once never wonder what they’re worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brother
The herein and the otter are my friend
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle of a hoop that never ends.
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue
Or let the eagle tell you where he’s been
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
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
You’ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
for weather we are white or copper skinned
You need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
You need to paint with all the colors of the wind.
You can own the earth and still all you wont be sure until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind