How high will
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
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
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
