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.
