Colors Of The Wind

Colors Of The Wind - One Little Choir

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 ask the grinning bob cat

Why he grinned

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain

Can you paint with all the colours of the wind

Can you paint with all the colours 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'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

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue

Corn moon

Or let's the eagle tell you where it be

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain

Can you paint with all the colours of the wind

Can you paint with all the colours of the wind

How high does that 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 mountain

We need to paint with all the colours

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