Little Wing - Jimi Hendrix

Well she's walking through the clouds

With a circus smile running wild

Butterflies and rubies

And Moonbeams and fairy tales

That's all she ever thinks about

Riding with the wind

Lord when I'm sad she comes to me

With a thousand smiles she gives to me free

It's alright it's alright It's alright

Take anything you want from me

Anything

Anything