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 fairytales,

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.