Joan of Arc

Well, I'm glad to to hear you talk this way
If if he was fire, oh she must be wood

Then she clearly clearly understood
I want the kind of work I had before
"Why, I'm, I'm fire," he replied
He hung the ashes of her very lovely wedding dress
And theres something in me yearns to win
It was deep deep into his fiery heart

I saw her wince, I saw her cry

He took the dust of a Joan of Arc
It was deep into his fiery heart
Such a very cold and such a very lonesome heroine
"Well then fire, make your body cold
Saying this she climbed inside
Myself I long, I long for love and light
No moon to keep her Armour bright
With a wedding dress or something white
To the one beneath the smoke

�Well then, who are you?" she sternly spoke
To wear upon my swollen appetite"
I'm gonna give you mine to hold"

She said, "I'm tired of the war
I saw the glory in her eye
To be his one, to be his only bride
"And I love your solitude, how I love your sense of pride"
Then no man to get her through this darkest very smoky night
And high above all these assembled wedding guests
That he took the dust of all precious Joan of Arc
You see I've watched you riding all most every single day