I feel you, Johanna I feel you, Johanna I feel you Do they think that wolves can hide you? Even now I'm at your window I am in the dark beside you I breathe 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 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 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 Baskerville's 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 turtle dove, my dear I still have reason to rejoice The way ahead is clear, Johanna I'm happy and a new Sunday And a new Sunday And in that darkness when I'm blind With what I can't forget It's always morning in my mind My little lamb, my pet Johanna I hear you come for me one day Come for me one day You stay, Johanna The way I dreamed you were Oh look, Johanna, a star 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 them all of the witch's spell There it is, there it is The unholy spell Tell it to the Beal and the police as well Tell them, tell them, help them City on fire, city on fire Mischief, mischief, mischief Feed those eyes 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 When you'll be 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 Married on Sunday, married on Sunday Wake up, Johanna Another bright red day We learned, Johanna, to say Goodbye