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谢。把歌、歌词贴这儿了。歌词充满大智慧和鲜活的生命。不光使得以肤色取人无地自容,也让人get out of the nut shell and reach out!!!

本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛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
Come taste the sunsweet 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

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or have the Eagle tell where he's been?
Can you sing with all the voices of the moutnain
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind

How high will 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

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net
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  • 枫下拾英 / 乐韵书香 / The Sweetest Days - Vanessa Williams
    The Sweetest Days - Vanessa Williams

    You and I in this moment
    Holding the night so close
    Hanging on, still unbroken
    While outside the thunder roars

    Listen now, you can hear our heartbeat
    Warm against life is bitter cold
    These are the days
    The sweetest days we'll know

    There are times that scare me
    We rattle the house like the wind
    Both of us so unbending
    We battle the fear within

    All the while life is rushing by us
    Hold it now and don't let go
    These are the days
    The sweetest days we'll know

    So we'll whisper a dream here in the darkness
    Watching the stars till they are gone
    And when even the memories have all faded away
    These days go on and on

    Listen now, you can hear our heartbeat
    Hold me now and don't let go
    (These are the days)
    Every day is the sweetest day we'll know
    (These are the days)
    The sweetest days we'll know
    • 有没有“Color of the wind”? 谢谢~~
      • 期待中。
      • 这里有一堆。
        • 谢。把歌、歌词贴这儿了。歌词充满大智慧和鲜活的生命。不光使得以肤色取人无地自容,也让人get out of the nut shell and reach out!!!
          本文发表在 rolia.net 枫下论坛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
          Come taste the sunsweet 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

          Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
          Or have the Eagle tell where he's been?
          Can you sing with all the voices of the moutnain
          Can you paint with all the colors of the wind
          Can you paint with all the colors of the wind

          How high will 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

          You can own the Earth and still
          All you'll own is Earth until
          You can paint with all the colors of the wind更多精彩文章及讨论,请光临枫下论坛 rolia.net
        • 谢谢~~