Joan Of Arc (Live)

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