Little Wing - The Corrs

Now she's walking through the clouds

With a circus mind

That's running wild

Butterflies and zebras

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