Colors of the wind
From:
Pocahontas
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
and 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 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
For wether 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
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