High Flying Bird

High Flying Bird-Don't Shoot Me I'm Only The Piano Player
Elton John 1973 Album

You Wore A Little Cross Of Gold Around Your Neck
I Saw It As You Flew Between My Reason
Like A Raven In The Night Time When You Left
I Wear A Chain Upon My Wrist That Bears No Name
You Touched It And You Wore It
And You Kept It In Your Pillow All The Same

My High-Flying Bird Has Flown From Out My Arms
I Thought Myself Her Keeper
She Thought I Meant Her Harm
She Thought I Was The Archer
A Weather Man Of Words
But I Could Never Shoot Down
My High-Flying Bird

The White Walls Of Your Dressing Room Are Stained In Scarlet Red
You Bled Upon The Cold Stone Like A Young Man
In The Foreign Field Of Death
Wouldn't It Be Wonderful Is All I Heard You Say
You Never Closed Your Eyes At Night And Learned To Love Daylight
Instead You Moved Away

My High-Flying Bird Has Flown From Out My Arms
I Thought Myself Her Keeper
She Thought I Meant Her Harm
She Thought I Was The Archer
A Weather Man Of Words
But I Could Never Shoot Down
My High-Flying Bird

My High-Flying Bird Has Flown From Out My Arms
I Thought Myself Her Keeper
She Thought I Meant Her Harm
She Thought I Was The Archer
A Weather Man Of Words
But I Could Never Shoot Down
My High-Flying Bird

My High-Flying
High-Flying Bird….