Opis zdjęcia
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 you're sad she comes to you/ With a thousand smiles she gives to me free/ It's all right she said, it's all right/ Take anything you want from me Anything Fly on Little Wing Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Little Wing