****COLORS OF THE WIND****



You think you own what ever 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'll learn things you never knew you never knew.

Have you ever heard the wold 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 sunsweet 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 loop that never ends.

How high will 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 coppered skinned,
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains,
We 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.