High Flying Bird

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

	作曲 : Elton John & Bernie Taupin
	作词 : John, Taupin
	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 weatherman of words
	But I could never shoot down
	My, 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
	Hmm, in the foreign field of death
	Oh, 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 weatherman of words
	But I could never shoot down
	MyMy 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 weatherman of words
	But I could never shoot down
	My, my high-flying bird
	My high-flying, high-flying bird
	My high-flying, high-flying bird
	My high-flying, high-flying bird
	My high-flying, high-flying bird

	zuò qǔ : Elton John Bernie Taupin
	zuò cí : John, Taupin
	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 highflying 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 weatherman of words
	But I could never shoot down
	My, my highflying bird
	The white walls of your dressing room
	Are stained in scarlet red
	You bled upon the cold stone
	Like a young man
	Hmm, in the foreign field of death
	Oh, 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 highflying 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 weatherman of words
	But I could never shoot down
	MyMy highflying 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 weatherman of words
	But I could never shoot down
	My, my highflying bird
	My highflying, highflying bird
	My highflying, highflying bird
	My highflying, highflying bird
	My highflying, highflying bird