Little Wing

Now she's walking through the clouds

With a circus mind

That's running wild

Butterflies and zebras

And moonbeams and fairy tales

All she ever thinks about is 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

Now she's walking through the clouds

With a circus mind That's running wild

Butterflies and zebras

And moonbeams and fairy tales

All she ever thinks about is riding with

the wind.