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High Flying Bird | |||
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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 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 | |||
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| © 1972 Dick James Music Limited | |||
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