Stephen Schwartz - 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
ever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing
you can claim
But I know ev'ry rock and
tree and mountain
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 moom
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 noce never wonder
what they're
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
white or copper skinned
we need to sing with all
the voices of the mountain
we 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