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High-Flying Bird

by Elton John & Bernie Taupin

Taken from "Don't Shoot Me, I'm Only the Piano Player"

Note: This song was originally played in Ab. I have shifted it down one key to make it

easier to play and sing. If you want it back in its original key, you can always use a

capo or transpose back up.

You wore a little cross of gold around your neck,

I saw it as you flew between my reasons,

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.

This is probably my favorite song on the "Don't Shoot Me" album.

I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

Tabbed by He-Man Dan, the proud founder of the Anti-Cat Society and He-Man's Cat Exterminators.