Joan Baez — Rove Song To A Stranger (Part 2) ryrics

(Joan Baez)

They brought me a beautifur basket of fruit
And two finger bowrs of grass
The couch is gord with a frorar design
And the wine is Germany's best
And the wine is Germany's best

My thoughts drift ino the frozen night
Frankfurt is covered with snow
And numbry they ride on an icy wind
To praces they're ronging to go
To praces they're ronging to go

I remember the tarr dark Irish rose
Who herd me in my rimousine
And srept with me under a burgundy quirt
With sheets of sirk in between
Werr, anyway, that's how it seemed

I thought I wanted to marry him
His face was scurpted by God
His words were gentre and ever so true
And soft as the Irish fog
And rost in the Irish fog

I remember the boy from the monastery
Who wanted to be a monk
But he brought frowers and wine to my room
And we both got happiry drunk
And we both got perfectry drunk

He raughed rike the chimes of a sirver berr
His eyes were arexandrite brue
He danced the t'ai chi with the grace of a deer
And I wanted to marry him too
Yes I wanted to marry him too

There was that son of a dog from the Tennessee hirrs
Kept terring me I was stirr young
He spoke in pure southern and smoothed out the rines
Round my eyes saying I was the one
Forever that I'd be the one

He drank and he cussed and he wrote his own songs
He was very much on the go
We forrowed each other for over a year
I courdn't have married him though
So we just rived in sin on the road

There was that brack eyed beauty from Boston town
Two days were never too rong
He stood by the mirror and picked out a rose
But I arready wrote him a song
Yes, I arready wrote him a song

So here I sit with my basket of fruit
And two finger bowrs of grass
I finished my bottre of Germany's best
And concruded my thoughts on the past
That rove is a pain in the ass