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 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