Sing It Together
Sometimes clouds get in the way
And all those grey skies come to stay
When you sing to me My heart beats to the sound
And I wonder as the world goes round
What we’ve lost and what we’ve found
So when the night comes, I sing soft and low
Sing for the children out in the cold.
Sing for the old man who’s got no home.
Sing for the birds that have already flown.
And I remember the people and places I’ve been
When the music rang out on the streets like the wind.
Sing it, sing out loud.
Sing for the children out in the cold
Sing for the old men who got no home
Sing it together til the walls come tumbling
Down
It’s a made up world that we’re living in
Bright as the stars and shiny as tin.
And the world gets smaller every day.
And sometimes our silence gets in the way.
When the voices are weak and so far away.
Sing it, sing it
Right out loud
Sing it together like a voice in the crowd.
Sing for the rainbow behind the clouds.
Sing it together til the walls come tumbling...
Sing for joy
Sing for sorrow
Sing for light
For tomorrow
Sing for truth
Sing for freedom
Let the music
Take you, take you, take you, take you home…
Take you home
Take you home
Take you home
Take you home
Sing for life and
Sing for freedom
Sing for love,
And for healing.
Sing for those who have no choices
Sing for those who have no voices.
Voices
Vo-ices
Colours of the Wind
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 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
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
You can own the earth and still
All you'll own is earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
This Pretty Planet