Colors of The Wind 1

You think уou own whatever land уou land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know ev'ry rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know ev'ry 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 footstepa of a stranger
But if you walk the footstepa of a stranger
But if you walk the footstepa 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 colors of the wind?
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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 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 never ends
How high does the sycamore grow?
How high does the sycamore grow?
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 whwther we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind
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 colors of the wind?
You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with the colors of the wind
You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with the colors of the wind