Joan of Arc Judy Collins

Now the flames they followed joan of arc
As she came riding through the dark;
No moon to keep her armour bright
No man to get her through this very smoky night
She said, I'm 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

Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way
You know I've 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, I'm fire, he replied
And I love your solitude, I love your pride

Then fire, make your body cold
I'm 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