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..
Can you tell me why the bells are ringing?. Nothing's happened in a million years. I've been sitting here since Wednesday morning. Wednesday morning can't believe my ears.
You were the promise at dawn,. I was the morning after.. You were Jesus Christ my Lord,. I was the money lender.. You were the sensitive woman,. I was the very reverend Freud..
I needed you, I knew I was in danger. of losing what I used to think was mine. You let me love you till I was a failure,. You let me love you till I was a failure --.
If it be your will. That I speak no more. And my voice be still. As it was before. I will speak no more. I shall abide until. I am spoken for. If it be your will.
(Written By Cohen, Performed In "Night Magic"). . (Michael) I've counted what I have; it's not enough. And what I need I do not dare to say.. I've heard the soul is diamond in the rough.
If you want a lover. I'll do anything you ask me to. And if you want another kind of love. I'll wear a mask for you. If you want a partner, take my hand, or.
I tried to leave you, I don't deny. I closed the book on us, at least a hundred times.. I'd wake up every morning by your side.. . The years go by, you lose your pride..
I left a woman waiting. I met her sometime later. She said, I see your eyes are dead. What happened to you, lover?. What happened to you, my lover?. What happened to you, lover?.
I stumbled out of bed. I got ready for the struggle. I smoked a cigarette. And I tightened up my gut. I said this can't be me. Must be my double. And I can't forget, I can't forget.
I came so far for beauty. I left so much behind. My patience and my family. My masterpiece unsigned. I thought I'd be rewarded. For such a lonely choice.
Do you remember all of those pledges. That we pledged in the passionate night. Ah they're soiled now, they're torn at the edges. Like moths on a still yellow light.
I loved you in the morning. Our kisses deep and warm,. Your head upon the pillow. Like a sleepy golden Strom.. Yes, many loved before us. I know that we are not new,.
I greet you from the other side. Of sorrow and despair. With a love so vast and shattered. It will reach you everywhere. . And I sing this for the captain.
Now, I've heard there was a secret chord. That David played, and it pleased the Lord. But you don't really care for music, do you?. It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth.
(Lyrics: Cohen, Recorded By Buffy Sainte-Marie). . God is alive, magic is afoot. God is alive, magic is afoot. God is alive, magic is afoot. God is afoot, magic is alive.
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom. For trying to change the system from within. I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them. First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin.
I touched you once too often. Now I don't know who I am. My fingerprints were missing. When I wiped away the jam. Yes I called my fingerprints all night.
Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy.. Wounded in the line of duty,. parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties,. urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles..
It's four in the morning, the end of December. I'm writing you now just to see if you're better. New York is cold, but I like where I'm living. There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.