Johanna (Act 2 Sequence)

I feel you, Johanna

I feel you

Do they think that walls can hide you?

Even now, I'm at your window

I am in the dark beside you

Buried sweetly in your yellow hair

Johanna (Johanna)

And are you beautiful and pale with yellow hair, like her?

I'd want you beautiful and pale, the way I dreamed you were

Johanna (Johanna)

And if you're beautiful, what then? With yellow hair like wheat

I think we shall not meet again, my little dove, my sweet

Johanna (I'll steal you, Johanna)

Goodbye, Johanna

You're gone and yet you're mine

I'm fine, Johanna, I'm fine (Johanna)

Smoke, smoke, sign of the devil, sign of the devil

City on fire

Witch, witch, smell it, sir, an evil smell

Every night at the vespers bell

Smoke that comes from the mouth of Hell

City on fire

City on fire

Mischief, mischief, mischief

And if I never hear your voice, my turtledove, my dear

I still have reason to rejoice, the way ahead is clear

Johanna (I'll marry Anthony Sunday, Anthony Sunday)

(I feel you) And in that darkness when I'm blind with what I can't forget

(Johanna) It's always morning in my mind, my little lamb, my pet

Johanna (I knew you'd come for me one day, come for me one day)

You stay, Johanna, the way I dreamed you are (Johanna)

Oh, look, Johanna, a star (Buried sweetly in your yellow hair)

A shooting star

There, there

Somebody, somebody, look up there

Didn't I tell you? Smell that air

City on fire

Quick, miss, run and tell

Warn 'em all of the witch's spell

There it is, there it is, the unholy smell

Tell it to the beadle and the police as well

Tell 'em, tell 'em, help, fiend

City on fire

City on fire

Mischief, mischief, mischief

Fiend

Alms, alms

And though I'll think of you, I guess, until the day I die

I think I miss you less and less, as every day goes by

Johanna

Johanna (With you beside me on Sunday, married on Sunday)

And you'd be beautiful and pale, and look too much like her

If only angels could prevail, we'd be the way we were

Johanna

I feel you, Johanna (Married on Sunday, married on Sunday)

Wake up, Johanna, another bright red day

We learn, Johanna, to say

Goodbye (I'll steal you)