LITTLE WING
Well she's walking through the clouds, With a circus mind that's running wild. Butterflies and Zebras And Moonbeams and fairy tales. That's 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 free. It's alright,she says it's alright Take anything you want from me. Anythung. Fly on little wing. |