Little Wing

                                  Now she's walking through 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 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 



. 



Fly little wing...