You
think I'm an ignorant savage,
And you've been so many places ,
I guest it must be so ,
But still I cannot see ,
That the savage one is me,
How can there be so muchthat you don't know ?
You
don't know ........
Youthink you own whatever land you land on ,
The earth is just a deadthing you can claim ,
But I know ev'ry rock and tree and creature ,
Has
a live , has a spirit, has a name .
You think the only people who are people ,
Are the people who lookand think like you ,
But if you walk the footstepof a stranger ,
You learn things you neverknew ,
You never knew .
Haveyou ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon ?
Or ask the grinning bobcatwhy he grinned ?
Can you sing with all thevoices of the mountains ?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind ?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind ?
Came run the hidden pine trails of the forest ,
Came taste the sun-sweetberries of the earth ,
Come roll in all the richesall around you ,
And for once , never wonderwhat 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 hook that never ends
How high the sycamore grow ?
If you cut it down ,
Then you'll never know
Andyou never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon ,
For weather we are whiteor copper-skinned ,
We need to sing with allthe voices of the mountain ,
Need to paint with all thecolours of the wind ,
You can own the earth andstill ,
All you own is earth until
You can paint with all the
COLOURS OF THE WIND !!!!!!
