Colour of the Wind - Pocahontas

Colour of the Wind - Pocahontas

You think you own whatever land you land on
The 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 colour of the wind
Can you paint with all the colour of the wind

Come run the hidden pine trails of forest
Come taste the sun-sweet barries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once never wonder what they`re worth

The rainstrom and the rivers are my brothers
and the heron and the other 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 mountains
Can you paint with all the colour of the wind
Can you paint with all the colour 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 need to sing with all voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colour of the wind
You can own the earth and still all you`ll own is earth
Until you can paint with all the colours of the wind


What a nice song... I like it very much! haha...