Now the flames (they followed) they followed Joan of Arc As she came riding through the dark (through the dark) (No) No moon to keep her armor bright (armor bright) (No) No man (to) to get her through this Very smoky night (through this smoky night) She said, "I'm tired of the war (ooh) I want the kind of work I had before (ooh) With a wedding dress or something white (ooh) To wear upon my swollen appetite" La-da-da, la-da-da... La-la-la-la... La-la-la-la... La-la-la... Well, I'm glad to to hear you talk this way (ooh) You know I've watched you riding every day 'N something in me yearns to win Such a cold and lonesome heroine "And who are you?" she sternly spoke (ooh) To the one beneath the smoke (ooh) "Why, I'm fire, " he replied "And I love your solitude And I love your pride" La-da-da, la-da-da... La-la-la-la... La-la-la-la... La-la-la... "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 And deep into his fiery heart (ooh) He took the dust of Joan of Arc And high above the wedding guests He hung the ashes of her wedding dress La-da-da, la-da-da... La-la-la-la... La-la-la-la... La-la-la... It was deep into his fiery heart (ooh) He took the dust of Joan of Arc And then she clearly understood If if he was fire (ooh) Oh, she then she must be wood I saw the glory in her eye (in her eye) Myself (I long) I long for love and light (and light) (But must) but must it come so cruel (so cruel) And oh so bright? (And oh so bright?) La-da-da, la-da-da... La-la-la-la... La-la-la-la... La-la-la...
It's a sexual innuendo and metaphor. I'm curious, where did you get your version? There is no version of Leonard Cohen's performance of this song that says that, however, I did make that comment on a different upload of this song, let's see... two weeks ago. Go figure.
And he will never have an equal. He was a unique performer, one of a kind, the mould is broken now 💖💖
God I love this song
My favorite - among many - Cohen songs.
i love this song so much
Now the flames (they followed) they followed Joan of Arc
As she came riding through the dark (through the dark)
(No) No moon to keep her armor bright (armor bright)
(No) No man (to) to get her through this
Very smoky night (through this smoky night)
She said, "I'm tired of the war (ooh)
I want the kind of work I had before (ooh)
With a wedding dress or something white (ooh)
To wear upon my swollen appetite"
La-da-da, la-da-da...
La-la-la-la...
La-la-la-la...
La-la-la...
Well, I'm glad to to hear you talk this way (ooh)
You know I've watched you riding every day
'N something in me yearns to win
Such a cold and lonesome heroine
"And who are you?" she sternly spoke (ooh)
To the one beneath the smoke (ooh)
"Why, I'm fire, " he replied
"And I love your solitude
And I love your pride"
La-da-da, la-da-da...
La-la-la-la...
La-la-la-la...
La-la-la...
"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
And deep into his fiery heart (ooh)
He took the dust of Joan of Arc
And high above the wedding guests
He hung the ashes of her wedding dress
La-da-da, la-da-da...
La-la-la-la...
La-la-la-la...
La-la-la...
It was deep into his fiery heart (ooh)
He took the dust of Joan of Arc
And then she clearly understood
If if he was fire (ooh)
Oh, she then she must be wood
I saw the glory in her eye (in her eye)
Myself (I long) I long for love and light (and light)
(But must) but must it come so cruel (so cruel)
And oh so bright? (And oh so bright?)
La-da-da, la-da-da...
La-la-la-la...
La-la-la-la...
La-la-la...
He has never had an equal ❤️🍷💋
YOU TOUCH MY SOUL ❤❤❤
Just pure beauty ❤
LOVE THIS TO THE BITS❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
YOU THOUCH MY SAUL ❤❤❤
J adore aussi
SUBLIME....COMME TOUJOURS....
❤️
May I know the names of the two singers?
One is Perla Batalla, and the other?
Perhaps Christensen and Perla Batalla?
Leonard has know rhythm but that hot lady does.
In my version She was fire and He was wood???
It's a sexual innuendo and metaphor. I'm curious, where did you get your version? There is no version of Leonard Cohen's performance of this song that says that, however, I did make that comment on a different upload of this song, let's see... two weeks ago. Go figure.
Not he was fire and she must be wood
Research it ... her very last were Jesus, Jesus, Jesus !
Such a beautiful song 🎵. Lovely.
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