Now the Gflames they followed DJoan of Arc
Cas she came riAmding Gthrough the dark;
Ano A7moon to keep her Darmour bright,
E7no Aman to get her through this Gvery smoky Dnight. D7
GShe said, "I'm tired Dof the war,
CI want the kind of work AmI Ghad before,
Aa wedding A7dress or Dsomething white
E7to Awear upon my Gswollen DapGpeDtite."
D, Am, C, G, D, D7, G
La la la la la la la la la la...
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."
La la la la la la la la la la...
"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.
La la la la la la la la la la...
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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