Little Wing

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

When I am sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free
It’s all right, she says
It’s all right,
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Fly on little wing
Yeah yeah yeah…little wing.