"Colors Of The Wind"

-Vanessa Williams-

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 the mountain 

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 

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 there 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 colors of the wind