Ab
Gb/Db
Db
Gb/Db
Db
You wore a
Ab
little cross of gold around you
Db
neck,
I
Ab
saw it as you flew between my
Eb
reason.
Like a
Bbm
raven in the night time when you l
Db
eft.
I wear a
Ab
chain upon my wrist that bears no n
Db
ame,
Ab
You touched it and you
Eb
wore
it,
And you
Bbm
kept it in your pillow, all the
Db
same.
{soc}
My high-flying
Ab
bird has flown from
C
out
my
Db
arms,
I thought myself her
Bbm
keeper,
She thought I meant her
Eb
harm,
She
Db/Eb
thought I was the
Ab
archer,
A weather
C
man
of
Db
words,
But I could
Fm/C
never
Bbm
shoot
Db/Ab
down,
Gb
Db
My high-flying
Ab
bird.
Gb/Db
Db
Gb/Db
Db
{eoc}
The
Ab
white walls of your dressing room are
Db
stained in scarlet red.
You
Ab
bled upon the cold stone like a young
Eb
man.
Bbm
In the foreign field of
Db
death.
Ab
Wouldn’t it be wonderful is
Db
all I have to say,
You never
Ab
closed your eyes at night and learnt to love
Eb
daylight.
Bbm
Instead, you moved
Db
away.
{soc}
My high-flying
Ab
bird has flown from
C
out
my
Db
arms,
I thought myself her
Bbm
keeper,
She thought I meant her
Eb
harm,
She
Db/Eb
thought I was the
Ab
archer,
A weather
C
man
of
Db
words,
But I could
Fm/C
never
Bbm
shoot
Db/Ab
down,
Gb
Db
My high-flying
Ab
bird.
Gb/Db
Db
Gb/Db
Db
{eoc}
My high flying, high flying bird