| [00:29.28] |
My high-flying, high-flying bird, |
| [00:35.46] |
My high-flying, high-flying bird, |
| [00:39.14] |
|
| [00:41.95] |
My high-flying bird, |
| [00:44.57] |
|
| [00:45.50] |
Has flown from out my arms, |
| [00:48.50] |
I thought myself her keeper, |
| [00:51.69] |
She thought I meant her harm |
| [00:54.49] |
|
| [00:55.05] |
My high-flying, high-flying bird, |
| [00:58.00] |
|
| [01:01.23] |
My high-flying, high-flying bird, |
| [01:09.69] |
Sober in the morning light |
| [01:15.61] |
Things look so much different |
| [01:17.64] |
To how they looked last night |
| [01:21.73] |
As whispers circulate all day |
| [01:27.21] |
Their back-stage baby princess passed away |
| [01:33.80] |
The white walls of your dressing-room are stained in scarlet red |
| [01:39.29] |
|
| [01:40.17] |
You bled upon the cold stone like a young man |
| [01:45.60] |
|
| [01:48.12] |
In the foreign field of death |
| [01:50.46] |
|
| [01:54.39] |
My high-flying bird |
| [01:57.07] |
|
| [01:57.92] |
Has flown from out my arms |
| [02:00.98] |
I thought myself her keeper |
| [02:03.22] |
|
| [02:04.12] |
She thought I meant her harm |
| [02:06.72] |
|
| [02:07.49] |
She thought I was the archer |
| [02:10.61] |
A weather-man of words |
| [02:13.61] |
My high-flying bird |
| [02:17.04] |
|
| [02:17.78] |
Has flown from out my arms |
| [02:20.66] |
I thought myself her keeper |
| [02:22.71] |
|
| [02:23.36] |
She thought I meant her harm |
| [02:26.65] |
She thought I was the archer |
| [02:29.28] |
|
| [02:29.99] |
A weather-man of words |
| [02:33.10] |
|
| [02:33.61] |
But I could never shoot down |
| [02:39.22] |
My high-flying bird |
| [02:42.91] |
|
| [02:43.47] |
My high-flying, high-flying bird, |
| [02:45.90] |
|
| [02:49.09] |
My high-flying, high-flying bird, |
| [02:53.08] |
|
| [02:55.39] |
My high-flying, high-flying bird, |
| [02:59.32] |
|
| [03:01.69] |
My high-flying, high-flying bird |
| [03:06.76] |
|
| [03:08.63] |
The white walls of your dressing-room are stained in scarlet red, |
| [03:14.75] |
You bled upon the cold stone like a young man, |
| [03:19.92] |
|
| [03:23.17] |
In the foreign field of death |
