Lyrics Brian Wilson – Colors Of The Wind

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 (who are people)
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You’ll find things you never knew 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? (of the mountains)
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors 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 (all around you)
And for once, never wonder what they’re worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers (brothers)
The heron and the otter are my friend
And we are all connected to each other (to each other)
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or let the eagle tell you where he’s been?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, 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

You can own the Earth and still
All you’ll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind (of the wind)