Little wing
With a circus mind,
That's running wild.
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.