… The rainstorm and the rivers are my brothers!
The Heron and the Otter are my friends.
And we all are connected to each other-
in a circle, in a hoop that never ends…
… How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you’ll never know!
An you’ll never hear the cry of wolf…
… For whether we are white or copper skinned;
we need to sing with all the voices of mountains!
We need to paint with all the colors of wind!
… You can own the Earth and be still!
And you’ll own Earth until-
you can paint with all the colors of wind!! …