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Throughout my life--
my ENTIRE life--I have been
told by
several--
a little bit MORE than several--
people that I
look like Pocahontas. Now I'mma
let you know right now
I don't look anything like the real Pocahontas, but
since I "look like" Disney's
Pocahontas, apparently, I'm
going to sing. Like now. Alright.
Let's see what this bad girl can do.
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 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 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 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 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...