Little Wing

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running round Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairytales All she ever thinks about Riding with the wind When I'm sad, she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me It's alright, she says, it's alright Take anything you want from me Anything When I'm sad, she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me freely It's alright, she says, it's alright Go and take anything you want from me Anything, anything It's alright, it's alright.