Joan of Arc
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: Songs of Love and Hate (1971)
G | D | |
Now the flames they followed Joan of | Arc |
C | G | |
As she came riding through the | dark. |
A | D | |
No moon to keep her | armour bright, |
A | G | D | |
No | man to get her through t | his (dark and) very smoky night. |
She said, "I'm tired of the war. |
I want the kind of work I had before, |
A wedding dress or something white |
To wear upon my swollen appetite." |
D/A | D | Am | ||
La | la la, la la la, la la la la la | la, |
C | G | D | G | |||
La la la la la | la, la la la la la | la, | la la la la la | la. |
Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way, |
You know I've watched you riding every day. |
And 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." - La la la... |
"Then fire, make your body cold |
I'm going to 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. - La la la... |
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... |