Chord Gitar Elton John - High-Flying Bird Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar D#)

E     Fma7 A    Fma7 A x 2
 
            E                                  A
You wore a little cross of gold around your neck,
   E                               B
I saw it as you flew between my reasons,
        F#m                                 A
Like a raven in the night time when you left.
          E                                   A
I wear a chain upon my wrist that bears no name,
E                        B
You touched it and you wore it,
         F#m                               A
And you kept it in your pillow all the same.
                E                            A
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
 
                      F#m
I thought myself her keeper,
                         B
She thought I meant her harm,
                       E
She thought I was the archer,
                  A
F# weather man of words,
                   Fma7          A
But I could never shoot down,
 
                E       Fma7 A    Fma7 A
My high-flying bird.
 
     E                                       A
The white walls of your dressing room are stained in scarlet red.
     E                                 B
You bled upon the cold stone like a young man,
F#m                        A
In the foreign field of death.
E                             A
Wouldn't it be wonderful is all I heard you say,
 
           E                                               B
You never closed your eyes at night and learned to love daylight,
F#m                  A
Instead you moved away.
 
                E                            A
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
                      F#m
I thought myself her keeper,
                         B
She thought I meant her harm,
                       E
She thought I was the archer,
                  A
F# weather man of words,
                   Fma7         A
But I could never shoot down,
                E                            A
My high-flying bird has flown from out my arms,
                      F#m
I thought myself her keeper,
                         B
She thought I meant her harm,
                       E
She thought I was the archer,
                  A
F# weather man of words,
                   Fma7         A
But I could never shoot down,
 
                E       Fma7 A    Fma7 A
My high-flying bird.
 
    E                          A
My high-flying, high-flying bird.
    E                          A
My high-flying, high-flying bird.
    E                          A           E
My high-flying, high-flying bird.