Jimi Hendrix - Little Wing

Little Wing

Well, shes walking through the clouds
with a circus mind
thats running wild.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy tales,
Thats all she ever thinks about ...
Riding with the wind.
When Imsad, she comes to me
with a thousand smiles.
She gives to me free.
Its alright, she says,
its alright.
Take anything you want from me,
anything.
Fly away, little wing.