(do álbum Disneymania 5)


You think I'm an ignorant savage
You've been so many places
I guess I 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 ask 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'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 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 sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need 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
Oh the colors of the wind