High-flying Bird

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You wore a little cross of gold 
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around your neck,

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I saw it as you flew between my 
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reasons,

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Like a raven in the night time when
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 you left.

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I wear a chain upon my wrist that 
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bears no name,

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You touched it and you wore it,

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And you kept it in your pillow all 
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the same.

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

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I thought myself her keeper,

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She thought I meant her harm,

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She thought I was the archer,

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A weather man of words,

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But I could never shoot down,

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My high-flying bird.
Fmaj7 C


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

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You bled upon the cold stone like a
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 young man,

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In the foreign field of death.

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

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

Am                C
Instead you moved away.

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

                     Am
I thought myself her keeper,

                        D
She thought I meant her harm,

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She thought I was the archer,

                 C
A weather man of words,

                  Fmaj7       C
But I could never shoot down,

               G                   
My high-flying bird has flown from 
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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,

                  Fmaj7       C
But I could never shoot down,

               G     Fmaj7 C  
My high-flying bird.
Fmaj7 C


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My high-flying, high-flying bird.

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My high-flying, high-flying bird.

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My high-flying, high-flying bird.
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