Pocahontas
You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so
much that you don't know?
You don't know...

You think you own whatever
land you land on
The earth is just a dead
thing you can claim
But I know ev'ry rock
and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit,
has a name

You think the only people who
are people
Are the people who look
and think like you
But if you walk the
footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you
never knew you never knew

Have you even 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 mountain?
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 the riches
all around you
And for once,
never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river
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

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
For whether we are white
or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all
the voices of the mountain
Need to paint with all
the colors 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