Leonard Cohen - Joan of arc

Now the fl^Games they followed J^Doan of Arc ^CAs she came riding thr^Gough the dark ^ANo moon to keep her ^Darmour bright No m^Aan to get her through this da^Grk, and smoky n^Dight

^GShe said, "I'm tired ^Dof the war ^CI want the kind of work I h^Gad before A w^Aedding dress or s^Domething white To w^Aear upon my s^Gwollen appetit^De".

La la l^Da, la la la, la la la la la l^Ama ^Cla, la la la la la ^Gla ^{D G}

Well, I'm gl^Gad to hear you t^Dalk this way ^CI've watched you riding eve^Gry day ^AAnd something in me, that y^Dearns to win ^ASuch a cold and lonesome h^Geroine ^D

^G"And who are you?" she st^Dernly spoke ^CTo the one ben^Geath the smoke "Why^A, I'm fire," ^Dhe replied "And I l^Aove your solitude, ^GI love your pr^Dide."

La la l^Da, la la la, la la la la la l^Ama l^Ca, la la la la la l^Ga, ^{D G}

"Well t^Ghen fire, make your b^Dody cold ^CI'm going to give you m^Gine to hold," ^AAnd saying this she cl^Dimbed inside To b^Ae his one, to b^Ge his only br^Dide

^GAnd deep into his f^Diery heart ^CHe took the dust of J^Goan of Arc ^AAnd high above the w^Dedding guests He h^Aung the ashes of her l^Govely wedding dr^Dess

La la l^Da, la la la, la la la la la l^Ama ^C la, la la la la la^{G D G}

It was d^Geep into his f^Diery heart ^CHe took the dust of J^Goan of Arc ^AAnd then she clearly ^Dunderstood If h^Ae was fire, o^Gh she must be wo^Dod

^GI saw her wince, I sa^Dw her cry ^CI saw the glory ^Gin her eye ^AMyself I long for l^Dove and light But m^Aust it come so cruel, mu^Gst it be so bri^Dght?

La la l^Da, la la la, la la la la la l^Ama l^Ca, la la la la la l^Ga, ^{D G}