Little Wing

Jimi Hendrix

Little Wing - Jimi Hendrix

Now, she’s walking through the clouds
with a circus mind that’s running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams, and fairy tales
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, she says it’s alright
Take anything you want from me