COLORS OF THE WIND (FROM POCAHONTAS)

You (C)think you own what ev er land you (Am)land on;

the (C)earth is just a dead thing you can (Em)claim;

but (Am)I know ev ’ry (Em)rock and tree and (F)crea ture (C)has a (Dm)life, has a (G)spir it, has a (Am)name.

You (C)think the on ly peo ple who are (Am)peo ple

the (C)peo ple just who look and think like (Em)you,

but (Am)if you walk the (Em)foot steps of a (F)strang er (C)you’ll learn (Dm)life, has a (G)spir it, has a (Am)name.

You (Dm)things you nev er (F)knew you nev er (C)knew.

(Em)Have you (Am)ev er heard the wolf cry to the (F)blue corn moon or (Am)asked the grin ning bob cat why he (Em)grinned?

Can you (G)sing with all the voic es of the (Em)moun tain?

(Am)Can you (F)paint with all the (C)col ors of the (Am)wind?

Can you (F)paint with all the col ors of the (C)wind?

Come (C)run the hid den (G)pine trails of the (Am)for est,

(F)come (C)taste the sun sweet ber ries of the (Em)earth,

come (Am)roll in all the (G)rich es all a (F)round you,

(C)and for (Dm)once nev er (C)won der (G)what they’re (Am)worth.

The (C)rain storm and the (G)riv er are my (Am)broth ers,

(F)the (C)her on and the ot ter are my (Em)friends;

and (Am)we are all con (G)nect ed to each (F)oth er

(C)in a (Dm)once nev er (C)won der (G)what they’re (Am)worth.

The (Dm)cir cle, in a (F)hoop that nev er ends.

(Em)Have you (C)wind?

(Em)How (G)high does the (Em7)syc a more (Am)grow?

If you (Bb)cut it down

then you’ll (G)nev er know.

And you’ll (Am)nev er hear the wolf cry to the (G)blue corn moon, for (Am)wheth er we are white or cop per (Em)skinned,

we need to (F)sing with all the (G)voic es of the (Am)moun tain, we need to (Dm)paint with all the (Em)col ors of the (Am)wind.

You can (Dm7)own the earth and still all you’ll (Em)own is earth un (F)til you can (Am)paint with (Em)all the (Fmaj7)col ors (Dm7)of the (C)wind.