He took the dust of a Joan of Arc
That he took the dust of all precious Joan of Arc
To be his one, to be his only bride
It was deep into his fiery heart
And theres something in me yearns to win
I'm gonna give you mine to hold"
To the one beneath the smoke
No moon to keep her Armour bright
Such a very cold and such a very lonesome heroine
Myself I long, I long for love and light
She said, "I'm tired of the war
If if he was fire, oh she must be wood
I saw the glory in her eye
Saying this she climbed inside
You see I've watched you riding all most every single day
"Well then fire, make your body cold
I saw her wince, I saw her cry
Then no man to get her through this darkest very smoky night
"And I love your solitude, how I love your sense of pride"
He hung the ashes of her very lovely wedding dress
"Why, I'm, I'm fire," he replied
“Well then, who are you?" she sternly spoke
With a wedding dress or something white
Then she clearly clearly understood
It was deep deep into his fiery heart
Well, I'm glad to to hear you talk this way
And high above all these assembled wedding guests
I want the kind of work I had before
To wear upon my swollen appetite"
