Colors of the Wind - Ross Mitchell His Band and Singers

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 new born 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?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth
Come stroll in all the place all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
Have you'll never hear the wolf cry to the new born 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?
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 new born moon
Or whether we are white or copper skinned
May you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
May you paint with all the colors of the wind?
And may you paint with all the colors of the wind?