Tori Kelly - Colors of the wind

You t^A#hink you own what ever land you la^Gmnd on The e^A#arth is just a dead thing you can c^Dmlaim But ^GmI know every r^Dmock and tree and cr^D#eature ^A# Has a ^Cmlife, has a s^Fpirit, has a ^Gmname You ^A#think the only people who are p^Gmeople Are the ^A#people who look and think like y^Dmou But ^Gmif you walk the f^Dmootsteps of a s^D#tranger ^A# You'll learn th^Cmings you never kn^Few never kn^A#ew ^Dm

Have you ^Gmever heard the wolf cry to the b^Dmlue corn m^D#oon? Or ^Gmask the grinning bobcat why he gr^Dmins Can you s^D#ing with all the vo^Fices of the mo^Gmuntain? Can you p^D#aint with all the colors of the wi^Fnd? Can you p^D#aint with all the co^Flors of the wi^A#nd

Come ^A#run the hidden pine trails of the ^Gmforest Come ^A#taste the sun sweet berries of the ^Dmearth Come ^Gmroll in all the riches all around ^D#you And fo^Cmr once never w^Fonder what t^Gmhey're worth The r^A#ain storm and the river are my bro^Gmthers The h^A#eron and the otter are my friend^Dms And ^Gmwe are all connected to each oth^D#er In a c^Cmircle, in a ho^Fop that neve^Gmr ends

Have you ^Gmever heard the wolf cry to the b^Dmlue corn m^D#oon? Or ^Gmlet the eagle tell you where he's^Dm been? Can you s^D#ing with all the vo^Fices of the mo^Gmuntain? Can you p^D#aint with all the colors of the wi^Fnd? Can you p^D#aint with all the co^Flors of the wi^A#nd

^A#How hi^D#gh does the Sy^Dmcamore gro^Gmw? If you ^Cmcut it down then you'll n^Fever know

You'll ne^Gmver hear the wolf cry to the blu^Dme corn moo^D#n Or ^Gmwhether we are white or copper sk^Dmin You need ^D#to sing with all th^Fe voices of th^Gme mountain You need ^D#to paint with all the colors of th^Fe wind You can o^Gmwn the earth and still all you'^Dmll own is earth until You can p^D#aint with all the co^Flors of the wi^A#nd