Joan of Arc

Joan of Arc

Words & Music by Leonard Cohen
As performed by Allison Crowe

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?