Joan of Arc (Leonard Cohen)

Now the flames, they followed Joan of Arc
As she came riding through the dark
No moon to keep her armour bright
No man to get her through this very smokey night.

She said I'm tired of this war
I want the kind of word I had before
A wedding dress or something white
To wear upon my swollen appetite.

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Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way
You know I've watched you riding every day Something in me yearns to win
Such a cold and lonesome heroine.

And who are you she sternly spoke
To the one beneath the smoke
Why I'm fire he replied
And I love your solitude, I love your pride.

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Then fire make your body cold
I'm gonna give you mine to hold
Saying this she climbed inside
To be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of Joan of Arc
And high above the wedding guests
He hung the ashes of her wedding dress.

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It was deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of Joan of Arc
And then she clearly understood
If he was fire, oh, then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry
I saw the glory in her eye
Myself I long for love and light
But must it come so cruel and, oh, so bright!

La la la la la la .......

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