Well she's walkin' through the clouds with a circus mind that's running around.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams and fairytales.
That's all she ever thinks about, ridin' with the wind.
When I'm sad she comes to me with a thousand smiles...she gives to me free.
It's alright, she said, it's alright.
Take anything you want from me.
Anything.
Anything.
Fly on Little Wing.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Little Wing.