Vanessa hudgens - Colors of the wind

You think I'm a ignorant savage.
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 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 learn things you never knew
You never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
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, no.

The rainstorm and the rivers 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 copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains.
We need 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.

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