Little wing
Well, she's walking through the clouds,
With a circus mind that's running wild,
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
Jimi Hendrix
Post dedicated to my beloved Grandma Teresa and to Eugene
With a circus mind that's running wild,
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
Jimi Hendrix
Post dedicated to my beloved Grandma Teresa and to Eugene