Colors of The Wind
Alan Menken Lyrics

You think I'm an ignorant savage
You believe that I am uneducated and uncivilized

And you've been so many places; I guess it must be so
You have traveled to many different destinations and I assume this is accurate

But still I cannot see, if the savage one is me
However, I am unable to understand why I am the uncivilized one

How can there be so much that you don't know?
I wonder why there is a lot of knowledge that you are unaware of

You think you own whatever land you land on
You believe that you have the right to claim any land you arrive on

The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
To you, the earth is an inanimate object that you can take control of

But I know every rock and tree and creature
However, I understand that all rocks, trees, and animals have lives, spirits, and names

Has a life, has a spirit, has a name.
Each entity on this planet is alive, resonates with energy, and has an identity

You think the only people who are people
You believe that only those who share your appearance and ideologies are truly human

Are the people who look and think like you
You expect individuals who resemble and reason similarly as you do, to be actual human beings

But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
Nevertheless, if you follow the path of an unfamiliar individual

You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
You will discover information that you were previously unaware of

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Have you ever listened to the sound of the wolf howling as the blue corn moon rises?

Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Have you ever questioned the bobcat who is grinning for a purpose?

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you create a melody using all of the sounds emanating from the mountain?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you merge together and paint extensively with the various colors carried by the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Join me in exploring the clandestine paths amongst the pine trees in the forest

Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Indulge in the flavor of the sun-sweetened berries found on this planet

Come roll in all the riches all around you
Come and immerse yourself with the abundance of riches surrounding you

And for once never wonder what they're worth
For once, do not concern yourself with their material value

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
As for myself, I consider the rainstorm and river to be brothers

The heron and the otter are my friends
The heron and otter are my acquaintances

And we are all connected to each other
All of us are linked together

In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
We are all in a continuous cycle which has no termination

How high does a sycamore grow?
Exactly how high can a sycamore grow?

If you cut it down then you'll never know
If you fell the tree, you'll never be able to learn its true height

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Plus, you won't have the pleasure of listening to the wolf howling under the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned
Regardless of whether our skin is white or bronze

We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We must sing in unison with all of the sounds emitted by the mountain

We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
It's essential that we create artwork using all of the colors flowing in the wind

You can own the earth and still
It's plausible to possess the planet but

All you'll own is earth until
You will have the planet, but nothing more until

You can paint with all the colors of the wind
You are capable of painting with all the hues carried by the wind