"Little Wing" shuffles through my iPod once in a blue moon and I couldn't help to notice the simplistic beauty in Jimi's poetry....even if it was probably my 500th listen. He never ceases to amaze me.
Well she's walking through the crowds
With a circus mind that's running around
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 says it's alright
Take anything you want from me,
Fly on little wing,
Yeah, yeah, yeah little wing.