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.