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
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

Smoke! Smoke! Sign of the devil, sign of the devil, set it on fire
Witch! Witch! Smell it sir, an evil smell, every night at the Vespers´ bell, smoke that comes from the mouth of hell,
set it on fire
MIschief, mischief! Mischief!

And if I never hear your voice, my turtle-dove, my dear
I still have reason to rejoice the way your head is clear
Johanna

I feel you,
And in that darkeness when I´m blind with what I can´t forget
Johanna
It´s always morning in my mind, my little lamb, my pet
Johanna

You stay, Johanna
Johanna
The way I dreamed you were
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, set it on fire
Quick, Sir, run and tell! Go on ´a Mole little ratchet spell, there it is, there it is, the ungodly smell, tell it to the
fiddle and police as well, tell ´em, tell ´em, help, fiend!
set it on fire
set it on fire
Mischief, mischief!

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

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
Wake up, Johanna!
Unnerve the bright red day
We learn Johanna, to say
Goodbye

I´ll steal you