Elton John - High Flying Bird lyrics
[Elton John - High Flying Bird lyrics]
You wore a little cross of
Gold around your neck
I saw it as you flew between my reason
Like a raven in the night time when you left
I wear a chain upon my
Wrist that bears no name
You touched it and you wore it
And you kept it in your pillow all the same
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
But I could never shoot down
My high-flying bird
The white walls of your dressing room
Are stained in scarlet red
You bled upon the cold stone like a young man
In the foreign field of death
Wouldn't it be wonderful is all
I heard you say
You never closed your eyes at night
And learned to love daylight
Instead you moved away
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
But I could never shoot down
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
But I could never shoot down
My high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird
Gold around your neck
I saw it as you flew between my reason
Like a raven in the night time when you left
I wear a chain upon my
Wrist that bears no name
You touched it and you wore it
And you kept it in your pillow all the same
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
But I could never shoot down
My high-flying bird
The white walls of your dressing room
Are stained in scarlet red
You bled upon the cold stone like a young man
In the foreign field of death
Wouldn't it be wonderful is all
I heard you say
You never closed your eyes at night
And learned to love daylight
Instead you moved away
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
But I could never shoot down
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
But I could never shoot down
My high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird