Little Wing
Well she's walkin' through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running wild.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and, uh fairy tales.
(spoken)
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 says it's alright,
Take anything you want from me .
(spoken)
Anything anything
Fly on little wing
Yea, yea, yea, yea little baby