Colors of the Wind

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 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 ask 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 trails of the forest

Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth

Come roll in all the riches all
around you

And for once never wonde what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothersThe heron and the
otter are my friends

And we are all connected to
each other
In a circle of a hope 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 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

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 mountain

We need to paint with all the
colors of the wind

You can own the earth and still
All you own is earth until

You can paint with all the colors of the wind