Corrs (The)

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 From Letras Mania