Colours of the Wind

You think I'm an ignorant savage

And You've been so many places

I guess it must be so

But still I cannot see

If the savage one is me

How can there be so much that you don't know?

You don't know...

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 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 asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?

Can you sing with all the voices of a mountain?

Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?

Can you paint with all the colours 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

The heron and the other are my friends

And we are all connected to each other

In a circle, in a hope that never ends

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 wether we are white or copper-skinned

We just sing with all the voices of the mountain

We just 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 ohh the colors of the wind