Colours of the wind

You think you own whatever land you land on 　
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim 　 小荷作文网 www.zww.cn
But I know every rock and tree and creature 　 小 荷 作文网 www.zww.cn
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 a grinning bobcat why he grinned? 　
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? 　
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind? 　
Can you paint with all the colours 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 colours of the wind? 　
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind? 　
　
How high does the sycamore grow? 　
If you cut it down, 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 colours of the wind 　
You can own the earthe and still 　
All you'll own is earth until 　
You can paint with all the colours of the wind