Colors Of The Wind (from Pocahontas) sing and play along

You think you own whatever land you land on;

the earth is just a dead thing you can claim;

but I know ev'ry rock and tree and creature has a life,

has a spirit, has a name.

You think the only people who are people the people just who look and think like you,

but if you walk the footsteps of a stranger you'll learn life,

has a spirit, has a name.

You things you never knew you never knew.

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon or asked the grinning bobcat 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 sunsweet 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 once never wonder what they're worth.

The circle, in a hoop that never ends.

Have you wind?

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 copperskinned,

we need to sing with all the voices of the mountain,

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.