[HANASHIR:8014] Re: Great song for Tu Bishvat

[Meris Ruzow <meris...>]

I actually thought of another TuB'shevat song...... it's kind of a stretch.... 
now dig back into your memories......... "There was a tree (echo)..... (sol do 
re me ......)That had a branch (echo), the prettiest little branch (echo) that 
you ever did see! (echo) etc. etc. And the green grass grows all around all 
around, and the green grass grows all around.   It's one of those chain songs 
where you keep adding to the verse....... just a thought.
Meris Ruzow
meris (at) nycap(dot)rr(dot)com

    -----Original Message-----
    From: shirona <shirona (at) bellatlantic(dot)net>
    To: hanashir (at) shamash(dot)org <hanashir (at) shamash(dot)org>
    Date: Tuesday, January 23, 2001 6:56 PM
    Subject: [HANASHIR:8013] Great song for Tu Bishvat
    
    
    Just thought of a GREAT song for Tu Bishvat, ( got very excited about it ) 
and took the trouble to type up the lyrics to share with you all.  It's the 
theme song from the Disney film Pocahontas.  If you never saw the film and 
don't know the song - it's worth renting just for that.
    
    Shirona
    
    Colors Of The Wind 

    Music by Alan Menken

    Lyrics by Stephen Schwartz

    

    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.

    

    Chorus: 

    Have you ever heard the Wolf cry to the Blue Corn Moon,

    Or asked the grinning Bobcat why he grinned? (1st time)

    Or let the Eagle tell you where he?s been? (2nd time)

    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.

    

    Chorus #2?

    

    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?