G# C# You wore a little cross of gold around your neck, G# D# I saw it as you flew between my reasons, A#m 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, A#m C# And you kept it in your pillow all the same. Chorus: G# C# My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms, A#m 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, F# C# But I could never shoot down, G# F# C# F# C# 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 Chorus: 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 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 G C My high-flying, high-flying bird My high-flying, high-flying bird My high-flying, high-flying bird My high-flying, high-flying bird | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA#m C C# D# F# G G# |