Elton John

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            G#                               C#
You wore a little cross of gold around your neck,
   G#                            D#
I saw it as you flew between my reasons,
        A#m                              C#
Like a raven in the night time when you left.
           G#                               C#
I wear a chain upon my wrist that bears no name,
 G#                     D#
You touched it and you wore it,
         A#m                            C#
And you kept it in your pillow all the same.

Chorus:
                G#                        C#
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
                     A#m
I thought myself her keeper,
                         D#
She thought I meant her harm,
                      G#
She thought I was the archer,
                  C#
A weather man of words,
                    F#     C#
But I could never shoot down,
                G#  F# C# F# C#
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

Chorus:
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

    G                        C
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird