命运交响曲 五线谱:求《风中奇缘》中《colour of the wind》歌词

You think you own whatever land you land on

The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim

But if you 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

Chorus:

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 colours of the wind

Can you paint with all the colours 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 brother

The heron and the otter and my friends

And we are all connected to each other

In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

Repeat 'Chorus'

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 colours of the wind

All you own is Earth until

You can paint with all the colours of the wind

词曲：Alan Menken/Stephen Schwartz 演唱：陈慧珊
You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just the dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

Thinking only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You learn things you never knew
You never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
or let the eagle tell you where he's been
Can you paint with all the voices of the mountain?
m Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
I come the hidden pinetrails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth
Come roll in all the riches all around us
And for once never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the rivers are my brothers
Yhe heron and the otter are my friends
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
Or whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to paint with all the voices of the mountain
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