風的顏色 (Colors of the Wind)

除了歌好聽，歌詞也寫得意義深遠。作者是否也很熟悉<<聖經>>， 因為每次聽到這幾節歌詞：

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 mountain ?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind ?

便不由自主地想起<<約伯記>>第三十八， 三十九章：

 那時，耶和華從旋風中回答約伯說：

我立大地根基的時候，你在哪裏呢？
你若有聰明，隻管說吧.
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光明的居所從何而至？

黑暗的本位在於何處？
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你能向雲彩揚起聲來，

使傾盆的雨遮蓋你嗎？

你能發出閃電，叫它行去，

使它對你說，"我在這裏"？
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山岩間的野山羊幾時生產，你知道嗎？

母鹿下犢之期，你能察定嗎？

它們懷胎的月樹，你能數算嗎？

它們幾時生產，你能曉得嗎？
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強辯的豈可與全能者爭論嗎？

與神辯駁的，可以回答這些吧！
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象一首英文敬拜歌唱的：Our God is an awesome God.  在全能者麵前， 我們唯有謙卑。

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Colors 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 ev’ry 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 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
In a cirle, in a hoop that never ends

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or let the eagle tell you there he’s 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 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 just sing 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 colors of the wind