Colors Of The Wind You think you own whatever land you land on 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 learn things you never knew You never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon? Or ask 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?
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 Or whether 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 You can own the Earth and still all you'll own is earth Until you can paint with all the colors of the wind
Good Night, Sweet Dreams!
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