| Song | Colors Of The Wind |
| Artist | Acidman |
| Album | Mosh Pit On Disney |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 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 | |
| But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger | |
| 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 mountain? | |
| Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? | |
| Yeah… | |
| 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 | |
| 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 never ends | |
| How high does the sycamore grow? | |
| How high does the sycamore grow? | |
| 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 mountains | |
| Need to paint with all the colors of the wind | |
| 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 mountain? | |
| Can you 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 the colors of the wind | |
| You can own the earth and still | |
| All you'll own is earth until | |
| You can paint with the 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 ev' ry rock and tree and creature | |
| Has a life, has a spirit, has a name | |
| 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 | |
| But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger | |
| 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 mountain? | |
| Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? | |
| Yeah | |
| 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 never ends | |
| How high does the sycamore grow? | |
| How high does the sycamore grow? | |
| 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 copperskinned | |
| We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains | |
| Need to paint with all the colors of the wind | |
| 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 mountain? | |
| Can you 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 the colors of the wind | |
| You can own the earth and still | |
| All you' ll own is earth until | |
| You can paint with the 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 ev' ry rock and tree and creature | |
| Has a life, has a spirit, has a name | |
| 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 | |
| But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger | |
| 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 mountain? | |
| Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? | |
| Yeah | |
| 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 never ends | |
| How high does the sycamore grow? | |
| How high does the sycamore grow? | |
| 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 copperskinned | |
| We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains | |
| Need to paint with all the colors of the wind | |
| 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 mountain? | |
| Can you 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 the colors of the wind | |
| You can own the earth and still | |
| All you' ll own is earth until | |
| You can paint with the colors of the wind |