the pace.
That’s a funeral in the mirror, and it’s stopping at your face.
E That’s right, it’s come to this.
Yes, it’s come to this,
And wasn’t it a long way down?
Ah, wasn’t it a strange way down?
3. A Once there was a path and girl with chestnut hair,
And you passed the summers picking all of the berries that
grew there.
B There were times she was a woman, there were times she was
just a child,
And you held her in the shadows where the raspberries grow wild.
C And you climbed the twilight mountains, and you sang about the
view,
And ev’rywhere you wandered, love seemed to go along with you.
D That’s a hard one to remember, yes, it makes you clench your fist,
And the veins stand out like highways all along your wrist.
E And yes, it’s come to this.
It’s come to this,
And wasn’t it a long way down?
And wasn’t it a strange way down?
4. A You can still find a job, go out and talk to a friend,
On the back of every magazine, there are those coupons you
can sand.
B Why don’t you join the Rosicrucians? They will give you
back your hope,
You can find your love with diagrams on a plain brown
envelope.
C But you’ve used up all coupons, except the one that seems
To be written on your wrist along with several thousand
dreams.
D Now Santa Claus comes forward, that’s a razor in his mitt,
And he puts on his dark glasses, and he
shows you where to hit.
E And then the cameras pan, the stand-in stunt man,
dress rehearsal rag.
It’s just the dress rehearsal rag,
You know this dress reharsal rag,
It’s just the dress rehearsal rag.
THERE IS A WAR
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LEONARD COHEN
JOAN OF ARC
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LEONARD COHEN
Additional Lyrics
2. Well, I’m glad to hear you talk this way,
You know I’ve watched you riding ev’ry day.
Something in me yearns to win
Such a cold and lonesome heroine.
“And who are you,” she sternly spoke
To the one beneath the smoke.
“Why I’m fire,” he replied,
“And I love your solitude, I love your pride.”
Chorus
3. “Then fire make your body cold,
I’m gonna give you mine to hold.”
Saying this, she climbed inside
To be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart,
He took the dust of Joan of Arc.
And high above the wedding guests,
He hung the ashes of her wedding dress.
Chorus
4. It was deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of Joan of Arc.
And then she clearly understood,
If he was fire, oh, then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself, I long for love and light,
But must it come so cruel and, oh, so bright!
Chorus
WINTER LADY
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LEONARD COHEN
Additional Lyrics
2. She used to wear her hair like you,
Except when she was sleeping.
And then she’d weave it on a loom
Of smoke and gold and breathing.
And why are you so quiet now,
Standing there in the doorway?
You chose your journey long before
You came upon this highway.
Trav’ling lady, stay awhile
Until the night is over.
I’m just a station on your way,
I know I’m not your lover.
ONE OF US CANNOT BE WRONG
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LEONARD COHEN
Additional Lyrics
2. I showed my heart to the doctor,
He said I’d just have to quit.
Then he wrote himself a prescription,
And your name was mentioned in it.
Then he locked himself in a library shelf
With the details of our honeymoon.
And I hear from the nurse
That he’s gotten much worse,
And his practice is all in a ruin.
3. I heard of a saint who had loved you,
I studied all night in his school.
He taught that the duty of lovers
Is to tarnish the golden rule.
And just when I was sure
That his teachings were pure,
He drowned himself in the pool.
His body is gone, but back here on the lawn,
His spirit continues to drool.
4. An Eskimo showed me a movie
He’d recently taken of you.
The poor man could hardly stop shivering,
His lips and his fingers were blue.
I suppose that he froze
When the wind took your clothes,
And I guess he just never got warm.
But you stand there so nice in your blizzard of ice,
O, please let me come into the storm.
WHY DON’T You TRY
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LEONARD COHEN
Additional Lyrics
2. Why don’t you try to forget him,
Just open up your dainty little hand.
You know this life is filled with many sweet companions,
Many satisfying one-night stands.
Do you want to be the ditch around the tower?
Do you want to be the moonlight in his cave?
Do you want to give your blessing to his power
As he goes whistling past his daddy, past his daddy’s grave?
3. I’d like to take you to the ceremony,
