Just Around the Riverbend / Colors of the Wind

What I love most about rivers is

You can't step in the same river twice

The water's always changing, always flowing (flowing)

But people, I guess, can't live like that

We all must pay a price

To be safe, we lose our chance of ever knowing (ever knowing)

What's around the river bend

(Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?)

Waiting just around the river bend

I look once more just around the river bend

Beyond the shore (beyond the shore) where the gulls fly free

Don't know what for (what for) what I dream the day might send

Just around the river bend for me, coming for me

I feel it there beyond those trees

Or right behind these waterfalls

Can I ignore that sound of distant drumming?

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 mountains

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 (forest)

Come taste the Sun sweet berries of the Earth (berries)

Come roll in all the riches all around you (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 mountains

We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

(Just around the riverbend)

You can own the Earth and still

All you'll own is Earth until

You can paint with all the colors of the wind