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G CYou wore a little cross of gold around your neck,
G DI saw it as you flew between my reasons,
Am CLike a raven in the night time when you left.
G CI wear a chain upon my wrist that bears no name,
G DYou touched it and you wore it,
Am CAnd you kept it in your pillow all the same.
G CMy high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
AmI thought myself her keeper,
DShe thought I meant her harm,
GShe thought I was the archer,
CA weather man of words,
Fma7 CBut I could never shoot down,
G Fma7 C Fma7 CMy high-flying bird.
G CThe white walls of your dressing room are stained in scarlet red.
G DYou bled upon the cold stone like a young man,
Am CIn the foreign field of death.
G CWouldn't it be wonderful is all I heard you say,
G DYou never closed your eyes at night and learned to love daylight,
Am CInstead you moved away.
G CMy high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
AmI thought myself her keeper,
DShe thought I meant her harm,
GShe thought I was the archer,
CA weather man of words,
Fma7 CBut I could never shoot down,
G CMy high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
AmI thought myself her keeper,
DShe thought I meant her harm,
GShe thought I was the archer,
CA weather man of words,
Fma7 CBut I could never shoot down,
G Fma7 C Fma7 CMy high-flying bird.
G CMy high-flying, high-flying bird.
G CMy high-flying, high-flying bird.
G C GMy high-flying, high-flying bird.
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