Darren Criss - Colors of the wind

You t^Chink you own what ever land you l^Amand on The e^Carth is just a dead thing you can ^Amclaim But I k^Fnow every roc^Ck and tree and crea^Dm7ture Has a ^Flife, has a s^Gpirit, has a ^Amname You t^Chink the only people who are p^Ameople Are the ^Cpeople who look and think like ^Amyou But ^Fif you walk the fo^Cotsteps of a stra^Dm7nger You'll learn th^Fings you never k^Gnew, you never k^Cnew

Have you ^Amever heard the wolf cry to the b^Flue corn moon Or ^Amasked the grinning bobcat why he ^Emgrins Can you s^Fing with all the v^Goices of the ^Cmountain^Am Can you p^Dm7aint with all the colors of the wi^Emnd Can you p^Faint with all the c^Golors of the w^Cind

Come r^Cun the hidden pine trails of the f^Amorest Come ta^Cste the sun sweet berries of the ^Amearth Come r^Foll in all the r^Ciches all around y^Dm7ou And for o^Amnce never wonder what they're^G worth The r^Cain storm and the river are my br^Amothers The her^Cron and the otter are my fr^Amiends And w^Fe are all con^Cnected to each ot^Dm7her In a c^Fircle, in a ho^Gop that never en^Cds

H^Fow high does the Sickamore grow? if you ^Bb7cut it down then you'll never k^Gnow ^G7

And you'^Amll never hear the wolf cry to ^Emthe blue cor^Fn moon For whe^Amther we are white or copper sk^Eminned Can we s^Fing with all the voi^Gces of the mou^Cntains Can we p^Dm7aint with all the colors of the w^Emind

You can o^Fwn the earth and s^Gtill All you'll ow^Cn is earth u^Amntil You can pa^Dm7int with all the co^Glors of the w^Cind