Little Wing
   ------Jimi Hendrix

Well, she's walking through the clouds,
With a circus mind 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 said it's alright
Take anything you want from me,