Little Wing

Well she's walking through the clouds 
With a circus mind that's running round 
Butterflies and zebras 
And moonbeams and fairy tales 
That's all she ever thinks about 
Riding with the wind. 

When I'm sad, she comes to me 
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free 
It's alright she says it's alright 
Take anything you want from me, 
Anything. 

Fly on little wing, 
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing