Black birds are coming

WV1941/2024

 

" 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..."

 

HIGH-FLYING BIRD - Music & lyrics Elton John & Bernie Taupin, 1972.

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