Joan Of Arc

Joan Of Arc - Leonard Cohen (莱昂纳德·科恩)

Written by：Cohen Leonard

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 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

Well I'm glad to hear you talk this way

He know I've watched you riding every day

And something in me yearns to win

Such a cold then lonesome heroine

Then who are you she sternly spoke

To the one beneath the smoke

Why I'm fire he replied

And I love your solitude how I love your pride

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

And deep into his fiery heart

He took the dust of a Joan of Arc

And high above these wedding guests

He hung the ashes of her 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 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 come so cruel no so bright