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,


anything.




Fly on little wing,


Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing