James “Al” Hendrix
Well, she’s walkin’ through the clouds
with the circus mind that’s running arround
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams…
are fairytales
That’s all she ever thinks about
ridin’ with the wind
When I’m sad she comes to me
with a thousand smile she gives to me free
It’a alright, she said, it’s alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything….
anything….
Well, she’s walkin’ through the clouds
with the circus mind that’s running arround
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams…
are fairytales
That’s all she ever thinks about
ridin’ with the wind
When I’m sad she comes to me
with a thousand smile she gives to me free
It’a alright, she said, it’s alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything….
anything….
Fly on Little Wing….
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