High Flying Bird
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Don't Shoot Me I'm Only The Piano Player
Ab F#/C# C# F#/C# C#
Ab C#
You wore a little cross of gold around you neck,
Ab Eb
I saw it as you flew between my reason.
Bbm C#
Like a ravon in the night time when you left.
Ab C#
I wear a chain upon my wrist that bears no name,
Ab Eb
You touched it and you wore it,
Bbm C#
And you kept it in your pillow, all the same.
Ab C#
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
Bbm
I thought myself her keeper,
Eb
She thought I meant her harm,
Ab
She thought I was the archer,
C#
A weather man of words,
Bbm Ab F# C#
But I could never shoot down,
Ab
My high-flying bird.
Ab C#
The white walls of your dressing room are stained in scarlet red.
Ab Eb
You bled upon the cold stone like a young man.
Bbm C#
In the foreign field of death.
Ab C#
Wouldn't it be wonderful is all I have to say,
Ab Eb
You never closed your eyes at night and learnt to love daylight.
Bbm C#
Instead, you moved away.
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