(Jimi Hendrix)

Well she’s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running round
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 alright, she said, it’s alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Fly on little wing