Dont Fly Too High

C Am G7

       C
He was old and he walked slowly through the park,
                                           G
to the bench where he would sleep on after dark.
         F                            C            Am
He saw a bird high on a tree and said listen carefully,
        F             G7         C
so your life will not end in misery.

              C
Don't fly too high, my little bird,
              F               C
'cause if you try you may get hurt.
                                                 G
You will burn your wings, when you reach for the sun.
              C
Don't fly too high, my little bird,
            F
your lonely crying won't be heard,
          G7            F                     G          G7     C   G7
You'll be tumbling down to the ground, 'cause pride will have a fall.

         C
Then the little bird came flying from the tree
                                       G
and it landed lightly on the old man's knee
       F                          C               Am
Just a tiny piece of bread, 'twas all the old man had
       F              G7              C
But he gave it to the little bird and said:

              C
Don't fly too high, my little bird,
              F               C
'cause if you try you may get hurt.
                                                 G
You will burn your wings, when you reach for the sun.
              C
Don't fly too high, my little bird,
            F
your lonely crying won't be heard,
          G7            F                     G          G7     C   G7
You'll be tumbling down to the ground, 'cause pride will have a fall.

         C
Then one morning the old man went to the highway.
                                           G
All the cars he tried to stop were passing by.
      F                                  C            Am
So he could not save his friend, who was dying in his hands,
  F                G7                C
Because his broken wings would never mend.

              C
Don't fly too high, my little bird,
              F               C
'cause if you try you may get hurt.
                                                 G
You will burn your wings, when you reach for the sun.
              C
Don't fly too high, my little bird,
            F
your lonely crying won't be heard,
          G7            F                     G          G7     C   G7
You'll be tumbling down to the ground, 'cause pride will have a fall.

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