Joan from Mothers & Daughters by Norma Jean Haynes (Norma Dream)

Joan of Arc, she found her calling young
Under the arches in the park you're walking
Like Joan of Arc, you cut off all your hair
When you heard those voices talking

Joan of Arc was only 17
Called amongst the aching human soldiers
They want connection that was never there
Joan, there are hungry people everywhere

And did you think
That you could go it all alone?
The voices come round, saying
Flesh and bone, oh, flesh and bone,
Joan

Joan of Manhattan I will call you
You, with the laurel wreath around your temples
You're young, you're foolish, but you're unafraid
And not pretending to be gentle

So give it all, so give it all away
Joan, just give it all away, I dare you
The sidewalks and the subways fade away-
Joan, I didn't mean to scare you

Refrain

So ride on, so ride on
Till the battle is won
First to Orleans, but then
What comes after?

You have hundreds of men,
Wanting food, wanting friend,
You must turn from yourselves
To each other

So ride on, so ride on
But the battle is won
You want more, you want arms
You can hide in

You have stumbled on grace
In a perilous place
May you capture yourselves, and abide in

Peace
Like bread
Like salt

• Folk
• banjo
• folk
• freak-folk
• mountain-music
• singer-songwriter
• Massachusetts