Little Wing – Jimi Hendrix

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 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.