Elton John - High-Flying Bird [Hi-Res](83.05 MB)
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
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
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