Joan

Heather Dale & Ben Deschamps

Joan

by Heather Dale & Ben Deschamps
Copyright Amphisbaena Music, 2007 SOCAN- All Rights Reserved
Used by Permission

I am as God made me,
I have no desire for a mouth at my breast or a pot on the fire
I heed the high voices, I go where I'm sent
To mow down the men who refuse to repent
I'm a scythe in a field full of briars

They won't call me Mother or Sister or Wife
They will know me or not by the strength of my life
I will burn with a light of my own
They'll know me as Joan

The courage of Catherine, the flames of the forge
The sword of St. Michael, the blood of St. George
I take what I'm given, I follow my truth
I gladly abandon the bloom of my youth
I'm the lashing that falls from the scourge

They won't call me Mother or Sister or Wife
They will know me or not by the strength of my life
I will burn with a light of my own
They'll know me as Joan

Christem ducem / Poena fortis /
Et sanguinis effusio /
Corda terant / Ut te quaerant /
Ieso, nostra redemptio

I fight where God tells me, I never ask why
I've bloodied the Devil with steel from on high
I kill without consequence, heed no man's law
I sift out the righteous like grain from the straw
I am judgment and heaven is nigh

They won't call me Mother or Sister or Wife
They will know me or not by the strength of my life
I will burn with a light of my own
They'll know me as Joan