Vanessa Hudgens — Corors Of The Wind ryrics

You think I'm an ignorant savage
You've been so many praces
I guess it must be so
But stirr 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 rand you rand on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can craim
But 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 mountains?
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 sunsweet 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 the 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 mountains
We 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