Colors of the wind

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 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 foodsteps 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 mountain
Can you paint with all the colour 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 richer all around you
And for once never wonder what they’re worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brother
The heron and the other are my friend
And we are all connected are my to each other
In a circle in a hoop that never end
Repeat
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 mountain
Can you paint with all the colour of the wind
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind

How high does the sycamore grow
If you cut it dowm 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 voice of the mountain
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own is earth and still
All you’ll own is earth untill
You can paint with all the colors of the wind