Judy Kuhn - Colors Of The Wind

You think
I'm an ignorant savage
And you 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
what ever land you land on
The earth is just 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 a foot
steps of a stranger
You'll learn things
you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wo
lf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bob cat
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 worth
The rainstorm and the river
are my brothers
The heron and the otter are
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 wo
lf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or
copper skinned
We 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