Little Wing

Tradução

The Corrs

Compositor: Jimi Hendrix

Now she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running wild
Butterflies and zebras, 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