Colors Of The Wind
Suburban Legends Lyrics

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

And you've been so many places
You have traveled to many locations

I guess it must be so
I suppose your travels are true

But still I cannot see
Nonetheless, I cannot comprehend

If the savage one is me
If I am the uneducated and uncivilized one

How can there be so much that you don't know?
Then how can there be so much that you are unaware of?

You think you own whatever land you land on
You believe that when you arrive on a plot of land, it is yours

The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
You believe that the earth is an inanimate object that can be owned

But I know every rock and tree and creature
However, I am aware of the existence of each rock, tree, and creature

Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
They have their own lives, spirits, and names

You think the only people who are people
You believe that the only individuals considered people are those who look and think like you

Are the people who look and think like you
Those who resemble you physically and cognitively

But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
If you follow the footsteps of an unfamiliar person

You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
You will discover previously unknown ideas and concepts

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Have you ever listened to the wolf’s howl during a blue moon

Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Or inquired about the motivation behind the bobcat's grin?

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Are you capable of harmonizing with the mountain’s chorus?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you visualize and capture the essence of the wind’s many hues?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Join me in exploring the secluded trails in the forest

Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Experience the honeyed flavor of Earth's fruit

Come roll in all the riches all around you
Let's luxuriate in the splendor that surrounds us

And for once, never wonder what they're worth
Only this once shall we not contemplate their value

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The rainstorm and the river are relatives of mine

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

And we are all connected to each other
And we all share a connection with each other

In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
In a never-ending circle, in an eternal loop

How high will the sycamore grow?
I wonder how tall the sycamore tree will grow

If you cut it down, then you'll never know
If you cut it down, you will never find out

For whether we are white or copper skinned
Whether we have white skin or copper-colored skin

We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
It is imperative that we sing with the mountains’ many voices

We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
We must use all the colors of the wind in our painting

You can own the Earth and still
Even if you possess the entire Earth

All you'll own is Earth until
It's still solely the Earth you own

You can paint with all the colors of the wind
Until you learn to paint with all colors of the wind