Joan of Arc

Joan of Arc - Leonard Cohen (萊昂納德·科恩)

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

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 "

"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

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