Escrita
por Leonard Cohen, foi gravada em setembro de 1970 nos estúdios da
Columbia em Nashville e lançada em março de 1971 no disco Songs of
love and hate.
A
canção é construída basicamente de um diálogo entre Joana D'Arc
e o fogo que a consumiu quando ela foi queimada na estaca, depois de
ter sido acusada de heresia em 1431. Na canção, ela diz que está
cansada da guerra e diz que ela prefereria estar usando uma vestido
de casamento branco (uma das coisas que diziam sobre ela, é que ela
se vestia como um homem).
Foi
regravada por Judy Collins e Jennifer Warnes, entre outros artistas.
A
letra:
Now the
flames they followed Joan of Arc
As she came riding through the dark
No moon to keep her Armour bright
Then no man to get her through this darkest very smoky night
As she came riding through the dark
No moon to keep her Armour bright
Then no man to get her through this darkest very smoky night
She said, "I'm
tired of the war
I want the kind of work I had before
With a wedding dress or something white
To wear upon my swollen appetite"
I want the kind of work I had before
With a wedding dress or something white
To wear upon my swollen appetite"
Well, I'm glad to to
hear you talk this way
You see I've watched you riding all most every single day
And theres something in me yearns to win
Such a very cold and such a very lonesome heroine
You see I've watched you riding all most every single day
And theres something in me yearns to win
Such a very cold and such a very lonesome heroine
? Well then, who are
you?" she sternly spoke
To the one beneath the smoke
"Why, I'm, I'm fire, " he replied
"And I love your solitude, how I love your sense of pride"
To the one beneath the smoke
"Why, I'm, I'm fire, " he replied
"And I love your solitude, how I love your sense of pride"
"Well then fire,
make your body cold
I'm gonna give you mine to hold"
Saying this she climbed inside
To be his one, to be his only bride
I'm gonna give you mine to hold"
Saying this she climbed inside
To be his one, to be his only bride
It was deep into his
fiery heart
He took the dust of a Joan of Arc
And high above all these assembled wedding guests
He hung the ashes of her very lovely wedding dress
He took the dust of a Joan of Arc
And high above all these assembled wedding guests
He hung the ashes of her very lovely wedding dress
It was deep deep into
his fiery heart
That he took the dust of all precious Joan of Arc
Then she clearly clearly understood
If if he was fire, oh she must be wood
That he took the dust of all precious Joan of Arc
Then she clearly clearly understood
If if he was fire, oh she must be wood
I saw her wince, I saw
her cry
I saw the glory in her eye
Myself I long, I long for love and light
But must it come so cruel, and must it must it be so very bright?
I saw the glory in her eye
Myself I long, I long for love and light
But must it come so cruel, and must it must it be so very bright?
A versão de Leonard
Cohen:
A versão de Judy
Collins:
A versão de Jennifer
Warnes:
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