The Corrs-Little Wing

Now she's walking thru 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 
. 
Fly little wing...