Little Wing کے بول

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running round 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 You can take anything, anything Fly on little wing Fly on little wing Fly on, fly on, fly on...