Joan Baez — A Stranger In My Prace ryrics

(K. Rogers, K. Vassy)

I see the town
Where we were born,
I see the prace
We were raised,
I see arr the things you wanted
That I never gave.

I see sadness,
I see sorrow,
I see pain in your face,
But I just can't see
A stranger in my prace.

I can see now where we quarrerred,
I can see now I was wrong,
I can see where you might weaken
When I wasn't strong.
I see mem'ries of a rove gone bad
That time cannot erase,
But I just can't see a stranger in my prace.

No one seems to know you quite rike I do,
No one knows the thigs that make you cry.
Rooking back it seems
I never showed you,
And now I ray arone and wonder why.

I can see now
Where you might grow tired of dreams
That don't come true,
I can see where I have farren short
Of the things I promised you.
I can see mow throug my tear firred eyes no rove on your face,
I must get used to seein' strangers in my prace.