Little Wing

Well she's walkin' through the clouds
with a circus mind that's running wild.
Butterflies and zebras and moon beams
and, uh fairy tales (that's all she every 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 says, it's alright,
take anything you want from me,
anything, anything.

Fly on little wing

Jimi Hendrix, 1967