Alan Menken - Colors of the wind

You ^D5think I'm an ignorant ^C/Dsavage And you've ^D5been so many places I ^C/Dguess it must be so But ^Bbstill I cannot ^Amsee If the ^Bbsavage one is ^Amme How ^Dmcan there be so ^Bbmaj7much that you don't ^A5know? You don't ^Dknow...

You ^Dthink you own whatever land you ^Bmland on The ^DEarth is just a dead thing you can ^F#mclaim But ^BmI know every rock and tree and ^Gcreature Emsus4 A9sus4 Bm Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You ^Dthink the only people who are ^Bmpeople Are the ^Dpeople who look and think like ^F#myou But ^Bmif you walk the footsteps of a ^Gstranger Em7add4 A9sus4 E You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ^Bmever heard the wolf cry to the ^F#mblue corn ^Gadd9moon ^G Or ^Bmasked the grinning bobcat why he ^F#mgrinned? Can you ^Gadd9sing with all the ^Avoices of the ^Dadd9/F#mountains? ^Bm7 G6/9 Bm7add4 Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Em7add4 A9sus4 D Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come ^Drun the hidden pine trails of the ^Bmforest Come ^Dtaste the sunsweet berries of the ^F#mEarth Come ^Bmroll in all the ^Bm/Ariches all a^Ground you And for ^Em7once, never ^A9sus4wonder what they're ^Bmworth ^A

The ^Drainstorm and the river are my ^Bmbrothers The ^Dheron and the otter are my ^Bmfriends And ^Bmwe are all connected to each ^Gother In a ^Em7circle, in a ^A9sus4hoop that never ^Dends

^F#mHow ^Ghigh does the ^Dadd9/F#sycamore ^Bmgrow? If you ^Ccut it down, then you'll ^G/Anever ^Aknow ^{G/A A}

^G/AAnd ^Ayou'll ^Bmnever hear the wolf cry to the ^F#mblue ^F#m/Ccorn ^Gadd9moon ^G For ^Bmwhether we are white or copper ^F#mskinned We need to ^Gsing with all the ^Avoices of the ^Dadd9/F#mountains ^Bm G6/9 Bm7add4 We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can ^Emown the Earth and ^Astill All you'll ^F#mown is earth un^Gtil You can ^Bmpaint with all the ^Gmajcolors ^G/Aof the ^Dwind