Colors of the Wind

You think the only people who are people

Are the people who and think like you

But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger

You'll learn things that you never knew, you never knew

Have you ever heard the 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?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest

Come taste the sweet berries of the Earth

Come roll in all the riches all around you

And for once, never wonder what they're worth