Tittel wing..

Well... she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind that's running wild...
Butterflies and zebras
and moonbeams, and fairy tales
that's all she ever thinks about
riding with the wind...
When I'm sad she comes to me
with a thousand smiles she gives to me free...
It's all right she said, it's all right
take anything you want from me...
Anything.
Fly on Little Wing...

*The corrs *