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.