Johanna

(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)

And are you beautiful and pale

With yellow hair, like her?

I'd want you beautiful and pale

The way I've 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 (Johanna: I'll marry Anthony Sunday)

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

(Johanna: Come for me one day)

You stay, Johanna (Johanna )

The way I've dreamed you are

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, sir! Run and tell!

Warn 'em all of the witch's spell!

There it is, there it is, the unholy spell!

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)

(Johanna: With you beside me on Sunday)

(Johanna: 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)

(Johanna) (Johanna: Married on Sunday)

Wake up, Johanna

Another bright red day

We learn, Johanna

To say...

Goodbye (I'll steal you)