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 said It's alright Take anything you want from me You can take anything, anything Fly on, little wing Yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing