Joan of Arc (Live)

Joan of Arc (Live) - 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 darkest 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 see I've watched you riding all most every single day

And there's something in me yearns to win

Such a cold such a very lonesome heroine

Well 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 sense of pride

Well then fire make your body cold

I'm gonna give you mine to hold

And 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 wedding guests

He hung the ashes of her very lovely wedding dress

It was deep into his fiery heart

He took the dust of Joan of Arc

Then she clearly understood

If he was fire oh she must be wood

I saw her wince I saw her cry

Saw the glory in her eye

Myself I long for love and light

But but must it come so cruel must it must it be so bright