Little Wing — Eric Clapton

By jimi hendrix

Well shes walking through the clouds

With a circus mind thats running round.

Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales,

Thats all she ever thinks about.

When Im sad she comes to me

With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.

Said, "its all right, take anything you want,

Anything you want, anything."

First verse

Second verse

Fly on, little wing.