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

Then no man to get her through this darkest very smoky night

She said, "I'm tired of the war

I want the kind of work I had before

With a wedding dress or something white

To wear upon my swollen appetite"

Well, I'm glad to to hear you talk this way

You see I've watched you riding all most every single day

And theres something in me yearns to win

Such a very cold and such a very lonesome heroine

? Well then, who are you?" she sternly spoke

To the one beneath the smoke

"Why, I'm, I'm fire," he replied

"And I love your solitude, how I love your sense of pride"

"Well 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

It was deep into his fiery heart

He took the dust of a Joan of Arc

And high above all these assembled wedding guests

He hung the ashes of her very lovely wedding dress

It was deep deep into his fiery heart

That he took the dust of all precious Joan of Arc

Then she clearly clearly understood

If if he was fire, oh she must be wood

I saw her wince, I saw her cry

I saw the glory in her eye

Myself I long, I long for love and light

But must it come so cruel, and must it must it be so very bright?