The Magic Of Disney Lyrics - 2003
All you own is earth until
You can own the earth and still,
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
For whether we are white, or copper-skinned,
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon.
If you cut it down, then you'll never know.
How high does a sycamore grow?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
Are the people who look and think like you
You think the only people who are people
Has a life, has a spirit has a name
But I know every rock and tree and creature
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
You think you own whatever land you land on
you dont konw
how can there be so much that you dont know
if the savage one is me
but still i can not see
and you've been so many places i guess it must be so
you think i'm just an inorant savage
You can paint with all the colors of the wind.
