Little Wing

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running 'wild 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 it's alright she says, Take anything you want from me, anything Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running' wild Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about Riding with the wind Fly on Little Wing Fly on Little Wing Fly on Little Wing Fly on