Little Wing - The Corrs, Ron Wood

Well she’s walking through the clouds

With a circus mind that’s running round

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 says it’s alright

Take anything you want from me, anything

Anything

Fly on little wing

Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing