In this powerful critique of materialistic and ethnocentric worldviews, Pocahontas challenges John Smith's European perspective by highlighting the profound connection between nature, spirituality, and human understanding. The lyrics emphasize the contrast between viewing land as a possession to be claimed versus recognizing it as a living, interconnected ecosystem where every element has inherent value beyond material worth. Through vivid metaphors of painting with wind colors and singing with mountain voices, the song advocates for environmental stewardship and cultural humility. It suggests that true wisdom comes from respecting diverse perspectives and acknowledging our place within nature's circular relationship, rather than attempting to dominate it. The message culminates in a universal truth: genuine wealth lies not in owning the Earth, but in understanding and harmonizing with its natural rhythms and the diverse cultures that inhabit it.
Colors of the Wind
Lyrics
You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still, 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 land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all 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 all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
Writer(s): Alan Menken, Stephen Laurence Schwartz
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Walt Disney Music Company
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