Judy Kuhn - Colors 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 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 wolf cry
to the blue corn moon
Or asked 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 hoop 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 whether we are
white or copper 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