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

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