Colours of the Wind Songtext / Lyric

Karolina Pasierbska
Colours of the Wind Lyrics
The rainstorm and the rivers 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 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 colours of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colours of the wind?

How high does 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 whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colours of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind