Joan of arc


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         G                           D
  Now the flames they followed Joan of arc
C                       G
  As she came riding through the dark
     C                G
  No moon to keep her armour bright
     D                C               G
  No man to get her trough this very smoky night
           G          D
  She said, I'm tired of the war
C                           G
  I want the kind of work I had before
    C                G
  A wedding dress or something white
     D           C         G
  To wear upon my swollen appetite

            G                 D
  Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way
C                                  G
  You know I've watched you riding every day
      C                G
  And something in me yearns to win
         D              C         G
  Such a cold and very lonesome heroine
      G                D
  And who are you? she sternly spoke
C              G
  To the one beneath the smoke
          C                    G
  Why, I'm fire, I'm fire he replied
        D             C                 G
  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 hart
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 hart
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
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m.vuijst