Little Wing

Now she's walking through the clouds

With a circus mind

That's running wild

Butterflies and zebras

And moonbeams and fairytales

All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind

Corrs

When I'm sad she comes to me

With a thousand smiles

She gives to me,free

'It's alright,it's alright'she says

Take anything you want from me

Anything

Fly Little Wing...Yeah,Yeah

Fly Little Wing...

I want her to fly

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