High-Flying Bird

												
[G Fma7 C Fma7 C] x 2

G C
You wore a little cross of gold around your neck,

G D
I saw it as you flew between my reasons,

Am 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,

Am C
And you kept it in your pillow all the same.

G C
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,

Am
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,

Fma7 C
But I could never shoot down,

G Fma7 C Fma7 C
My high-flying bird.

G C
The white walls of your dressing room are stained in scarlet red.

G D
You bled upon the cold stone like a young man,

Am C
In the foreign field of death.

G C
Wouldn't it be wonderful is all I heard you say,

G D
You never closed your eyes at night and learned to love daylight,

Am C
Instead you moved away.

G C
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,

Am
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,

Fma7 C
But I could never shoot down,

G C
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,

Am
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,

Fma7 C
But I could never shoot down,

G Fma7 C Fma7 C
My high-flying bird.

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

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

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