Colors of the Wind

Foreign Artist - Vanessa Williams



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?
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 wonder
what they`re worth
The rainstorm and
the river are my brothers
And 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 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 just sing with all
the voices of the mountain
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.