Well she was walking thru 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