Little Wing
Well, she s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind,
That s running wild.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And fairytales,
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,
Anything.
Fly on, little wing.