Little Wing-Stevie Ray Vaughan

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running wild Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and a fairy tale That's all she ever thinks about Riding 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 Fly on little wing Yeah, yeah, yeah Fly on little wing