Colors Of The Wind
Danielle White Lyrics

You think I'm just an ignorant savage
You believe that I'm an uneducated, uncivilized person

And you've been so many places; I guess it must be so
You've traveled to various locations, so it's probably true

But still I cannot see, if the savage one is me
However, I don't understand how I'm the uncivilized one

How can there be so much that you don't know?
I wonder why there's still so much that you don't comprehend

You think you own whatever land you land on
You believe that any land you step on immediately belongs to you

The earth is just a dead thing you can claim
To you, the world is something lifeless that you can stake your claim on

But I know every rock and tree and creature
However, I understand that every living and inanimate object has its own existence

Has a life, has a spirit, has a name.
Each one possesses its own vitality, soul, and identity

You think the only people who are people
You believe that only those who resemble and think like you are people

Are the people who look and think like you
You think that individuals like you, who have the same appearance and thoughts, are genuinely human

But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
However, if you follow the route taken by an unfamiliar person

You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
You'll learn information that you never realized you didn't know

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Have you experienced the howling of the wolf gazing upon the blue-colored moon made of corn?

Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned
Or have you ever questioned the bobcat with a smile about the reason behind that smile?

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain
Have you ever attempted to harmonize with the wide variety of voices emanating from the peaks?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Is it possible for you to paint utilizing the multiple hues of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Join me as I jog on the secret paths lined with pine needles in the woods

Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Try out some of the fruits that bask in the sunshine on the grounds

Come roll in all the riches all around you
Let us revel in the wealth lying everywhere around us

And for once never wonder what they're worth
Just this time, don't think about their value or worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
To me, the downpour and flowing water body are like siblings

The heron and the otter are my friends
Also, both the bird and aquatic mammal are my companions

And we are all connected to each other
All of us; every entity is somehow linked to one another

In a circle in a hoop that never ends
In a pattern that goes round and round, never stops

How high does a sycamore grow?
I wonder how tall can a sycamore tree reach?

If you cut it down then you'll never know
But if you chop it down, you won't get to find out

For whether we are white or copper skinned
Whether we have light-toned or reddish-brown skin

We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
It's critical to vocalize along with the various sounds coming from the peaks

We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
We must utilize all the colors that the wind holds in our artistic works

You can own the earth and still
You are capable of possessing every inch of this planet, yet

All you'll own is earth until
You'll only truly own land as long as

You can paint with all the colors of the wind
you can paint with all the hues that the wind encompasses.