Joan Of Arc 歌词

	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 dark and 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."
	“Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way,
	I've watched you riding every day
	And there is something in me that yearns to win
	Such a cold, such a 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."
	"Well, then, fire make your body cold,
	I'm going to give you mine to hold."
	And saying this she climbed inside
	To be his one, to be his only bride.
	Then deep into his fiery heart
	He took the dust of Joan of Arc,
	And high above all these wedding guests
	He hung the ashes of her lovely wedding dress.
	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, 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,
	Must it be so bright?

	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 dark and 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."
	" Well, I' m glad to hear you talk this way,
	I' ve watched you riding every day
	And there is something in me that yearns to win
	Such a cold, such a 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."
	" Well, then, fire make your body cold,
	I' m going to give you mine to hold."
	And saying this she climbed inside
	To be his one, to be his only bride.
	Then deep into his fiery heart
	He took the dust of Joan of Arc,
	And high above all these wedding guests
	He hung the ashes of her lovely wedding dress.
	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, 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,
	Must it be so bright?

	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 dark and 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."
	" Well, I' m glad to hear you talk this way,
	I' ve watched you riding every day
	And there is something in me that yearns to win
	Such a cold, such a 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."
	" Well, then, fire make your body cold,
	I' m going to give you mine to hold."
	And saying this she climbed inside
	To be his one, to be his only bride.
	Then deep into his fiery heart
	He took the dust of Joan of Arc,
	And high above all these wedding guests
	He hung the ashes of her lovely wedding dress.
	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, 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,
	Must it be so bright?

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