High Flying Bird

歌曲 High Flying Bird
歌手 Elton John
专辑 Don't Shoot Me I'm Only The Piano Player

歌词

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

拼音

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