colors of the wind

You think you own whatever land you land on
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But i know every rock & tree are creature
Has a life,has spirit,has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look & think like you
But if you walk a fo0tsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew. . .

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn m0on
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing w/ all the voices of the m0untains?
Can you paint w/ all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint w/ 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 rainst0rm & the rivers are my brothes
The heron & the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle,in a ho0p that never ends

How high will the sycam0re gr0w?
If you cut it down,then you'll never kn0w
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn m0on

For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing w/ all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint w/ all the colors of the wind.

You can own the earth & still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint w/ all the colors of the wind.


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