                        LITTLE WING  (Jimi Hendrix)


                     Well she's walking through the clouds
                     with a circus mind
                     that's running wild
                     Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
                     and fairly tales,

                     That's all she ever thinks about...

                     Riding the wind

                     When I'm sad she comes to me
                     with a thousand smiles
                     she gives to me free

                     It's alright, she says,
                     it's alright,
                     Take anything you want from me,
                     anything.

                     Fly on, little wing.


            From "Nothing Like the Sun"                     1988
