Dont Fly Too High

C Am G7


[Verse 1]
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He was old and he walked slowly 
through the park,
to the bench where he would sleep on
       G
 after dark.
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He saw a bird high on a tree and 
      C            Am
said listen carefully,
        F             G7         C
so your life will not end in misery.


[Refr]
              C
Don't fly too high, my little bird,
              F               C
'cause if you try you may get hurt.
You will burn your wings, when you 
              G
reach for the sun.
              C
Don't fly too high, my little bird,
            F
your lonely crying won't be heard,
          G7            F    
You'll be tumbling down to the 
                 G          G7 
ground, 'cause pride will have a 
    C   G7
fall.


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[Verse 2]
         C
Then the little bird came flying 
from the tree
and it landed lightly on the old 
      G
man's knee
       F                          
Just a tiny piece of bread, 'twas 
C               Am
all the old man had
       F              G7          
But he gave it to the little bird 
    C
and said:


[Refr]
              C
Don't fly too high, my little bird,
              F               C
'cause if you try you may get hurt.
You will burn your wings, when you 
              G
reach for the sun.
              C
Don't fly too high, my little bird,
            F
your lonely crying won't be heard,
          G7            F    
You'll be tumbling down to the 
                 G          G7 
ground, 'cause pride will have a 
    C   G7
fall.


[Verse 3]
         C
Then one morning the old man went to
 the highway.
All the cars he tried to stop were 
        G
passing by.
      F                            
So he could not save his friend, 
      C            Am
who was dying in his hands,
  F                G7             
Because his broken wings would 
   C
never mend.


[Refr]
              C
Don't fly too high, my little bird,
              F               C
'cause if you try you may get hurt.
You will burn your wings, when you 
              G
reach for the sun.
              C
Don't fly too high, my little bird,
            F
your lonely crying won't be heard,
          G7            F    
You'll be tumbling down to the 
                 G          G7 
ground, 'cause pride will have a 
    C   G7
fall.