Letra de Joan Of Arc - Leonard Cohen
Letra de canci�n de Joan Of Arc de Leonard Cohen lyrics
La la la la la la...
Now the flames they followe
d Joan of Arc
As she came riding through the dark;
No moon to keep her armour bright,
And no man to get her through this dark, this very smoky night.
She said, "I'm tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
With a wedding dress, something white
To wear upon swollen appetite."
La la la la la la...
Well I'm glad to..., to hear you talk this way,
You see I've watched you riding almost every single day
And there's something in me just yearns to win
Such a very cold and such a very lonesome heroine.
"Well then, who are you?" she sternly spoke
To the one beneath the smoke.
"Why, I'm..., I'm fire," he replied,
"And I love your solitude, oh how I love your sense of pride."
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La la la la la la...
"Well then fire, make your body cold,
I'm gonna give you mine to hold,"
Saying this she climbed inside
To be his one, to be his only bride.
It was deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of our Joan of Arc,
And high above all of these assembled wedding guests
He hung the ashes of her very lovely wedding dress.
La la la la la la...
It was deep deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of our precious Joan of Arc,
Then she clearly, she clearly understood
If..., if he was fire, woah she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
Saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long..., I long for love and light,
But must it come so cruel, and must it..., must it be so very bright?
La la la la la la...
Now the flames they followe
d Joan of Arc
As she came riding through the dark;
No moon to keep her armour bright,
And no man to get her through this dark, this very smoky night.
She said, "I'm tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
With a wedding dress, something white
To wear upon swollen appetite."
La la la la la la...
Well I'm glad to..., to hear you talk this way,
You see I've watched you riding almost every single day
And there's something in me just yearns to win
Such a very cold and such a very lonesome heroine.
"Well then, who are you?" she sternly spoke
To the one beneath the smoke.
"Why, I'm..., I'm fire," he replied,
"And I love your solitude, oh how I love your sense of pride."
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/joan-of-arc-leonard-cohen.php
La la la la la la...
"Well then fire, make your body cold,
I'm gonna give you mine to hold,"
Saying this she climbed inside
To be his one, to be his only bride.
It was deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of our Joan of Arc,
And high above all of these assembled wedding guests
He hung the ashes of her very lovely wedding dress.
La la la la la la...
It was deep deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of our precious Joan of Arc,
Then she clearly, she clearly understood
If..., if he was fire, woah she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
Saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long..., I long for love and light,
But must it come so cruel, and must it..., must it be so very bright?
La la la la la la...
