Little wings.

now she's walking through 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

(The Corrs - Little Wing)