Yngwie Malmsteen - Little Wing

Well, she's walking
Through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running round
Butterflies and zebras
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 said, it's alright
Take anything you want from me,
You can take anything, anything

Fly on, little wing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing