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 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,
  anything.
  
  Fly on, little wing.