Song for Joan

She caught the fire The flame go on sinking down Same flicker appeared When angel in her yard The voice came at the midday in a summertime with a light Flamboyant bling bling with a changing hue Iris was blooming Nightingale began to sway The scarf in your hand Was blowing in the breeze You cut the long blonde curly hair Put on the robe made by linen Ephemeral summertime and the last you have They use you they laughing at you They call you just a crazy girl But you are the Joan for me I’m the one who loves you She caught the fire The flame go on sinking down Same flicker appeared When angel in her yard The voice came at the midday in a summertime with a light Flamboyant bling bling with a changing hue Iris was blooming Nightingale began to sway The scarf in your hand Was blowing in the breeze You cut the long blonde curly hair Put on the robe made by linen Ephemeral summertime and the last you have They use you they laughing at you They call you just a crazy girl But you are the Joan for me I’m the one who loves you