(Broadway only) I can see a swath of sinners settin' yonder And they're actin' like a pack of fools Gazin' into space lettin' their minds wander 'Stead of studyin' the good Lord's rules You better pay attention, build your comprehension There's gonna be a quiz at your ascention Not to mention any threat of hell But if you're smart you'll learn your lessons well! Every bright description of the promised land mentions You can reach it if you keep alert Learnin' every line and every last commandment May not help you but it couldn't hurt First ya gotta read 'em then ya gotta heed 'em Ya never know when you're gonna need 'em Just as old Elijah said to Jezebel You better start to learn your lessons well!
(Robin) Day by day, Day by day, Oh, dear Lord, three things I pray. To see thee more clearly, Love thee more dearly, Follow thee more nearly, Day by day.
Day by day, Day by day, Oh, dear Lord, three things I pray. To see thee more clearly, Love thee more dearly, Follow thee more nearly, Day by day.
(All) Day by day, Day by day, Oh, dear Lord, three things I pray. To see thee more clearly, Love thee more dearly, Follow thee more nearly, Day by day. (repeats)
Day by day, Day by day, Day by day, Day by day, Day by day, Day by day, Day by day. (etc)
You think I'm an ignorant savage And you've been so many places I guess it must be so But still I cannot see If the savage one is me How can there be so much that you don't know? You don't know ...
(clapping)
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 all 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 full moon Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinnes? 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?
(clapping)
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 (oh)
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 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 full 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 oh the colors of the wind
