Joan of Arc

Once in her father’s garden
At the tender age of thirteen
She had a vision of three figures
She knew them to be bygone saints
She was so taken by their beauty
That she cried when they faded away
She said I can’t stay here
The message they gave was clear
I must go save the King
Hey sister with your rattail long
Don’t let them try to end your song
You know there’s always gonna be people
Trying to get you down
Wanting you to be like everybody else
So she asked her uncle
To take her to a nearby town
Where she petitioned to the garrison commander
For permission to visit the crown
Though she’d rather stay home
Spinning wool by her mother’s side
She found a way
To lead the Français
Only seventeen years beside
Hey sister with your rattail long
Don’t let them try to end your song
You know there’s always gonna be people
Trying to get you down
Wanting you to be like everybody else
She was captured by the enemy
And brought before church court
The illiterate peasant girl
Of the likes none had seen the sort
She was convicted of wearing men’s clothing
She said «I only did so that I wouldn’t be raped»
That’s very nice dear
But you’re a heretic it’s clear
We’ll burn you at the stake
Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey
You know there’e always gonna be people
Trying to get you down
Wanting you to be like everybody else
Hey sister with your rattail long
Don’t let them try to end your song
You know there’s always gonna be people
Trying to get you down
Wanting you to be like everybody else
Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey
You know there’e always gonna be people
Trying to get you down
Wanting you to be like everybody else