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... |
