Little Wing
Gil Evans
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 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
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