Little Wing

Well she's walking through the clouds

With a circus mind that's running 'round.

Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales,

That's all she ever thinks about.When I'm sad she comes to me

With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.

Said, "It's all right, take anything you want,

Anything you want, anything."First VerseSecond VerseFly on, little wing.