Intro :G
Now the flGames they followed jDoan of arc
CAs she came riding thGrough the dark;
ANo moon to kA7eep her Darmour bright,
No Aman to get her thGrough this very smoky niDght. D7
GShe said, I'm tired of the Dwar,
CI want the kind of wGork I had before,
AA wedding dA7ress or sDomething white
To Awear upon my sGwollen appeDtite.
DLa la la la la la la la la la Amla la
La la la la la Cla la la la la Gla la D lD7a la la la la laG
Well, I'm Gglad to hear you talkD this way,
CYou know I've watchedG you riding every day
AAnd somethinA7g in me yDearns to win
SucAh a cold and lonesGome heroDine. D7
And who aGre you ? she sternDly spoke
CTo the one beneath tGhe smoke.
AWhy, I'm fiA7re, he repDlied,
AndA I love your sGolitude, I loDve your pride.
Then firGe, make your body cDold,
CI'm going to give youG mine to hold,
ASaying this sA7he climDbed inside
To Abe his one, to be hGis only bDride. D7
And deep inGto his fiery heart D
CHe took the dust of jGoan of arc,
AAnd high abA7ove the Dwedding guests
He Ahung the ashGes of her wedDding dress.
It was deGep into his fiery heDart
CHe took the dust of jGoan of arc,
AAnd then she A7clearlyD understood
If Ahe was fire, oh tGhen she must be woDod. D7
I saw heGr wince, I saw her cry,D
CI saw the glory in hGer eye.
AMyself I long A7for lovDe and light,
ButA must it come Gso cruel, aDnd oh so bright ?