Intro :
Now the fl ames they followed j oan of arc
As she came riding th rough the dark;
No moon to k eep her armour bright,
No man to get her th rough this very smoky ni ght.
She said, I'm tired of the war,
I want the kind of w ork I had before,
A wedding d ress or s omething white
To wear upon my s wollen appe tite.
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La la la la la la la la la la la la l a 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 somethin g in me y earns to win
Suc h a cold and lones ome hero ine.
And who a re you ? she stern ly spoke
To the one beneath t he smoke.
Why, I'm fi re, he rep lied,
And I love your s olitude, I lo ve your pride.
[Refrain]
Then fir e, make your body c old,
I'm going to give you mine to hold,
Saying this s he clim bed inside
To be his one, to be h is only b ride.
And deep in to his fiery heart
He took the dust of j oan of arc,
And high ab ove the wedding guests
He hung the ash es of her wed ding dress.
[Refrain]
It was de ep into his fiery he art
He took the dust of j oan of arc,
And then she clearly understood
If he was fire, oh t hen she must be wo od.
I saw he r wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in h er eye.
Myself I long for lov e and light,
But must it come so cruel, a nd oh so bright ?
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