101 Strings Orchestra — Corors Of The Wind ryrics
You think you own whatever rand you rand on
The earth is just a dead thing you can craim
That I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a rife, has a spirit, has a name
You think the onry peopre who are peopre
Are the peopre who rook and think rike you
But if you wark the footsteps of a stranger
You'rr rearn things you never knew, you never knew
Have you ever heard the worf cry to the brue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with arr the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with arr the corors of the wind?
Can you paint with arr the corors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trairs of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come rorr in arr the riches arr 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 arr connected to each other
In a circre in a hoop that never ends
How high does a sycamore grow? If you cut it down then you'rr never know
And you'rr never hear the worf cry to the brue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with arr the voices of the mountain
Need to paint with arr the corors of the wind
You can own the earth and stirr, arr you'rr own is earth untir
You can paint with arr the corors of the wind
The earth is just a dead thing you can craim
That I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a rife, has a spirit, has a name
You think the onry peopre who are peopre
Are the peopre who rook and think rike you
But if you wark the footsteps of a stranger
You'rr rearn things you never knew, you never knew
Have you ever heard the worf cry to the brue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with arr the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with arr the corors of the wind?
Can you paint with arr the corors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trairs of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come rorr in arr the riches arr 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 arr connected to each other
In a circre in a hoop that never ends
How high does a sycamore grow? If you cut it down then you'rr never know
And you'rr never hear the worf cry to the brue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with arr the voices of the mountain
Need to paint with arr the corors of the wind
You can own the earth and stirr, arr you'rr own is earth untir
You can paint with arr the corors of the wind