Little Wing - Live

Hendrix
Well she′s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running ′round.
Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales,
That's all she ever thinks about.
When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
Said, "It′s all right, take anything you want,
Anything you want, anything."
Fly on, little wing.