Little Wing

Well shes walking through the clouds

With a circus mind thats running round

Butterflies and zebras

And moonbeams and fairy tales

Thats all she ever thinks about

Riding with the wind.

When Im sad, she comes to me

With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free

Its alright she says its alright

Take anything you want from me, anything

Anything.

Fly on little wing,

Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing