Vanessa Williams Colors Of The Wind

Vanessa Williams 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
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 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 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

Have you ever heard the wolf
cry to the blue corn moon?

Or let the eagle tell you
where he's been?

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?

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 mountain

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