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...