Little Wing

Well, she's walking through the clouds

With a circus mind that's running 'round

Butterflies and zebras

And moonbeams

And the fairytales

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 said it's alright

Take anything you want from me

Anything

Fly on, little wing

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing