Love Song to a Stranger, Part II Full Lyrics
[00:01.35] (Words and Music by Joan Baez)
[00:05.90] They brought me a beautiful basket of fruit
[00:09.41] And two finger bowls of glass
[00:13.44] The couch is gold with a floral design
[00:19.20] And the wine is Germany's best
[00:23.14] And the wine is Germany's best
[00:28.22] My thoughts drift ino the frozen night
[00:36.77] Frankfurt is covered with snow
[00:40.51] And numbly they ride on an icy wind
[00:46.53] To places they're longing to go
[00:50.32] To places they're longing to go
[00:55.53] I remember the tall dark Irish rose
[01:03.71] Who held me in my limousine
[01:07.94] And slept with me under a burgundy quilt
[01:13.58] With sheets of silk in between
[01:17.20] Well, anyway, that's how it seemed
[01:22.38] I thought I wanted to marry him
[01:30.58] His face was sculpted by God
[01:34.35] His words were gentle and ever so true
[01:40.44] And soft as the Irish fog
[01:44.79] And lost in the Irish fog
[01:49.54] I remember the boy from the monastery
[01:59.41] Who wanted to be a monk
[02:04.09] But he brought flowers and wine to my room
[02:09.95] And we both got happily drunk
[02:13.92] And we both got perfectly drunk
[02:19.22] He laughed like the chimes of a silver bell
[02:27.54] His eyes were alexandrite blue
[02:31.38] He danced the t'ai chi with the grace of a deer
[02:37.04] And I wanted to marry him too
[02:41.78] Yes I wanted to marry him too
[02:46.44] There was that son of a dog from the Tennessee hills
[02:54.34] Kept telling me I was still young
[02:58.29] He spoke in pure southern and smoothed out the lines
[03:04.69] Round my eyes saying I was the one
[03:08.25] Forever that I'd be the one
[03:13.14] He drank and he cussed and he wrote his own songs
[03:21.41] He was very much on the go
[03:25.43] We followed each other for over a year
[03:31.46] I couldn't have married him though
[03:34.95] So we just lived in sin on the road
[03:40.45] There was that black eyed beauty from Boston town
[03:53.60] Two days were never too long
[03:57.66] He stood by the mirror and picked out a rose
[04:03.90] But I already wrote him a song
[04:08.19] Yes, I already wrote him a song
[04:13.96] So here I sit with my basket of fruit
[04:21.48] And two finger bowls of glass
[04:25.58] I finished my bottle of Germany's best
[04:31.02] And concluded my thoughts on the past
[04:35.22] That love is a pain in the ass
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