Little Wing
Ton : DEnglish
Emwell she's walking throught tGhe clouds
with a cAmircus mind
that's running the wEmild
Bmbutterflies and zebras anBbd moonbeams
Amand fairly tales,/C /G /F /C /D
that'sall ever thinks about...
riding the wild
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.
fly on, little wing.