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 just 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 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 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 can 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 Or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains Can you paint with all the colours of the wind Can you paint with all the colours of the windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
