Yesterday I looked out my window and I saw Joan of Arc go by She came down my dark street on a white horse riding high She was wearing a blue shirt I could tell that she’d been hurt
She had one hand on her heart Streetlights shone off her shield Black hair glowing bright In a battle she’d be healed She was staring straight ahead I heard every word she said
Protection ah, ah Would you think of me Affection ah, ah Would I think of you
Carry me with you on this tide your beauty is my guide Standing strong in this small world I’ll keep you by my side I’ve been watching you from here Tes yeux que je venere
Protection ah, ah Would you think of me Affection ah, ah Would I think of you
Redemption ah, ah What you need to see Direction ah, ah When we cease to be
Yesterday I looked out my window and I saw Joan of Arc go by There was a fire in her heart the kind that burns and never dies Je veux glie on tres moi Il est ton a sa voie