Little Wing
Well she's walking through the cloudsWith a circus mind that's running roundButterflies and zebrasAnd moonbeams and fairy talesThat's all she ever thinks aboutRiding with the wind.
When I'm sad, she comes to meWith a thousand smiles, she gives to me freeIt's alright she says it's alrightTake anything you want from me,anything.
Fly on little wing,Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing