Vanessa Hudgens - Colors of the wind

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
Now 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 every 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 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?
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 sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all 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 will 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 mountains
We 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