Colors of the Wind - OST Pocahontas

Pocahontas
   You think I'm an ignorant savage
   And you've been so many places
   I guess it must be so
   But still I cannot see
   If the savage one is me
   Now can there be so much that you don't know?
   You don't know ...

   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 mountains?
   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 sunsweet 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

   How high will 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 mountains
   We 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