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

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

There's a high flyin' bird, way up in the sky now,
Yes and I wonder if she looks down, as she flyes on by?
Well, she's flying on the air so easy in the sky.

Lord, look at me here,
I'm rooted like a tree here,
I Got those sit-down,
can't cry Oh Lord,Im gonna die blues.

Now the sun it comes up and lights up the day,
And when he gets tired, Lord, he goes on down his way,
To the east and to the west,
He meets God every day.

Lord, look at me here,
I'm rooted like a tree here,
Got those sit-down, can't cry
Oh Lord, gonna die blues.

Now I had a woman
Lord, she lived down by the mine,
She ain't never seen the sun,
Oh Lord, never stopped crying.

Then one day my woman up and died,
Lord, she up and died now.
Oh Lord, she up and died now.
She wanted to die,
And the only way to fly is die, die, die.

There's a high flyin' bird, way up in the sky now,
Yes and I wonder if she looks down, as she flyes on by?
Well, she's flying on the air so easy in the sky.

Lord, look at me here,
I'm rooted like a tree here,
Got those sit-down, can't cry,
Oh, Lord, gonna die blues.

the high flying bird flies above
you cannot see him from the earth
he sees as he flies
and knows as he sees
the masses below
there's trouble below

this high flying bird has no sense of time
for a thousand years he's climbing the skies
his brothers have burned
flown too close to the sun
but higher and higher
this white bird flies
this white bird flies

i feel you in my sleep
when the suns down
and the world sleeps below
you call across endless oceans
i hear you and want to fly too

there's no turning back as blue becomes black
the air becomes thin this flight begins
but the bird can still breathe
brighter than before
on celestial wing
this bird can now sing
this bird can now sing

i feel you in my sleep
when the suns down
and the world sleeps below
you call across endless oceans
i hear you and want to fly to

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