Colours Of The Wind (Ending Version) Lyrics

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 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 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 mountain,
we need to paint with all
the colours of the wind,
You can own the earth
and still, all you'll own
is earth until...
You Can Paint With All The Colours Of The Wind.

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