Pocahontas – Colors of the Wind

You think I’m an ignorant savage

And you’ve been so many

I guess it must be so

But still I cannot

If the savage one is me

How can there be so that you don’t know

You don’t know

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You think you own whatever you land on

The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim

But I know every and tree and creature

Has a life, has a spirit, has a

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You think the only people who are people

Are the people who look and like you

But if you walk the footsteps of a

You’ll learn things you never knew, you never knew

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Have you ever heard the cry to the blue corn moon

Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned

Can you 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

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Come run the hidden pine trails of the

Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth

Come in all the riches all around you

And for once, never wonder what they’re worth

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The rainstorm and the are my brothers

The heron and the otter are my

And we are all connected to each other

In a circle, in a that never ends

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How high will the sycamore grow

If you it down, then you’ll never know

And you’ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are or copper skinned

We need to with all the voices of the mountains

We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

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You can own the and still

All you’ll own is Earth until

You can paint with all the colors of the wind