The Corrs - Little Wing

:| ^D Now she's ^Em walking through the ^G clouds With a ^Am circus mind That's running ^Em wild ^C Butterflies and ^Am zebras And ^C moonbeams and ^G fairytales ^F All she ever ^C thinks about ^D is riding with the wind... ^Emi, ^C, ^D

^D When I'm ^Em sad she comes to ^G me With a ^Am thousand smiles She gives to me, ^Em free It's ^C alright, it's alright' she ^Am says Take ^C anything you ^G want from ^F me ^C Anything :| ^D, ^Emi

^C Fly Little ^D Wing... ^Em Yeah, Yeah... Guitar solo