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
C'est La Vie
Have your leaves all turned to brown
Will you scatter them around you
C'est La Vie
Do you love
And then how am I to know
If you don't let your love show for me
C'est La Vie
C'est La Vie,C'est La Vie
Who knows,who cares for me
C'est La Vie
In the night
Do you light a lover's fire
Do the aches of desire for you remain
Like the sea
There's a love too deep to show
Took a storm before my love flowed for you
C'est La Vie
Like a song
Out of tune and out of time
All I needed was a rhyme for you
C'est La Vie
Do you give
Do you live from day to day
Is there no song I can play for you
C'est La Vie
发表于 2006-9-23 10:42
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