Lyrics Joan of Arc - Judy Collins
                                                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?
 
                                    
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