Little Wing
Well, she's walking through the cloudswith a circus mindthat's running wildButterflies and zebras and moonbeamsand fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about...
Riding with the wind
When I'm sad she comes to mewith a thousand smilesshe gives to me free
It's alright, she says,it's alrightTake anything you want from me,anything
Fly on, little wing