Elton John - High Flying Bird: lyrics and video
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userThis, along with Daniel, Answer in the Sky and Love Song and Dont Let the Sun Go Down On Me are my favorites. Never thought I'd hear him sing this one live! What a bonus!
user
sir elton was 47 and a half wen i was born and i love listening to his music going to my second concert soon :D!
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46* haha
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Great great song from a great album.
user
One of my all-time favorite EJ songs... Incredible tune!
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I "grew up" with Elton. I always felt that for every single that sold a billion copies there were songs like this that were just as good. He was simply prolific. The ultimate balladeer...
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great song off a great album. the album version is much better, but hey, he's 60, cut him some slack. The finale, "My High Flying, High Flying Bird" still gives me goosebumps when I hear it.
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I love this song but it is so much more lovely on the old album. His voice is a lot different nowadays. To me Elton is the old Elton from the 60's and early 70's.
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So true!
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wow i never realized untill i heard this how much his voice has changed...thanks for posting
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Lyrics:
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
My
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
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird
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
My
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
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying, high-flying bird
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