[ti:little wing]
[ar:the corrs]
Now she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairytales
All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind
When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me, free
'It's alright, it's alright' she says
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Now she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairytales
All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind
When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free
'It's alright, it's alright' she says
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Fly Little Wing...Yeah, Yeah
Fly Little Wing...
I want her to fly