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 nameYou 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 knewHave 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 worthThe 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 endsHave 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 windHow high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you’ll never knowAnd 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