Little Wing

Now she’s walking trought 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…

When I’m said 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

Nos she’s walking throught the clouds
Whit a circus mind
That’s running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeans and fairytales
All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind…

Fly little wing…Yeah,yeah…
[guitar solo]