joan of arc leonard cohen
standard tuning
chords :
G 2 0 0 0 2 3
D 2 3 2 0 x
xc 0 1 0 2 3
xa 0 2 2 2 0
xam 0 1 2 2 0
xintro : G
G D
now the flames they followed joan of arc
C G
as she came riding through the dark;
A D
no moon to keep her armour bright ,
A G D
no man to get her through this very smoky night .
she said , im tired of the war ,
i want the kind of work i had before ,
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite .
D Am C G D G
dadada
well , im glad to hear you talk this way ,
you know ive 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 , im fire , he replied ,
and i love your solitude , i love your pride .
dadada . . .
then fire , make your body cold ,
im 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 .
dadada . . .
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?
dadada . . .
joan of arc leonard cohen
standard tuning
chords :
G 2 0 0 0 2 3
D 2 3 2 0 x
xc 0 1 0 2 3
xa 0 2 2 2 0
xam 0 1 2 2 0
xintro : G
G D
now the flames they followed joan of arc
C G
as she came riding through the dark;
A D
no moon to keep her armour bright ,
A G D
no man to get her through this very smoky night .
she said , im tired of the war ,
i want the kind of work i had before ,
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite .
D Am C G D G
dadada
well , im glad to hear you talk this way ,
you know ive 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 , im fire , he replied ,
and i love your solitude , i love your pride .
dadada . . .
then fire , make your body cold ,
im 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 .
dadada . . .
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?
dadada . . .
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