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
Protection.