The Corrs - Little Wing

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 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