Pocahontas and John Smith in Colors of the Wind.
You think I'm an ignorant savage
An 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 every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people woh 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 moom
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 pinetrails 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 borthers
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 from the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper-skined
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
Composed by Alan Menken
Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz
Performed by Judy Kuhn