Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the Feast of Stephen
When the snow lay 'round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel.
"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain."
"Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine-logs hither
Thou and I shall see him dine
When we bear them thither."
Page and monarch, forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather.
"Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, good my page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shall find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."
In his master's steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye, who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing.You think you know what ever 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 spirt, 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 learn the things you never knew never knew
Chorus
have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
or ask the grinning bobcat why he grins
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 ooooh
come run the hidden pine trails of the forest (The Forest)
come taste the sun sweet berries of the earth (Of The Earth)
Come Roll in all the riches all around you (all around you)
and for once never wonder what they're worth
the rain storm and the river are my brothers
the herron and the otter are my friends
and we are all connected to each other
in a circle of a hope that never ends
Chorus
have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
or let the eagle tell you where hes been
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
how high does the Sickamore grow?
if you cut it down then youll never know
you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
or wheather we are white or copper skin
you need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
you need to paint with all the colors of the wind
you can own the earth and still oh you own this earth until
you can paint with all the colors of the wind
Ooooh A Umm Ahhh