Jimi Hendrix - 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 in 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.