little wing

Well shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
Thats all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When Im sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
Its alright, its alright
Take anything you want from me, anything.

Anything.


J. Hendrix
Little Wing
1967