Chords for Joan Baez - Love Song To A Stranger Part 2 (Original)

[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ They brought me a [F] beautiful basket of fruit [Eb] and two finger bowls [Bb] of _ _ glass.
[D] The couch is gold [Bb] with a floral design and the wine is [F] Germany's best.
Sort of like gallo.
And [D] the wine is [Gm] Germany's _ best. _
_ _ _ My _ _ thoughts drift into [F] the frozen _ [Eb] night.
Frankfurt is [Bb] covered with snow.
_ _ [D] And numbly they ride [Bb] on an icy _ wind to places they're longing [F] to go. _
[D] To places they're longing [Gm] to go. _ _ _ _ _ _
I remember the [F] tall dark Irish rose [Eb] who held me in [Bb] my _ limousine
_ _ [D] and slept with me [Bb] under a burgundy _ quilt with sheets of silk [F] in between.
_ _ [D] Well anyway, _ that's how [Gm] it seemed.
_ _ The _ _ _ _ _ thought I wanted [F] to marry _ him [Eb] was that his face was [Bb] sculpted by _ God.
[D] His words were gentle [Bb] and never so true and soft as the [F] Irish _ fog.
_ [D] _ Lost in the _ [Gm] Irish fog. _ _
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_ I remember the boy [F] from the _ monastery _ [Eb] who wanted to [Bb] be a _ monk.
[D] But he brought flowers [Bb] and wine to my room and we both got happily [F] drunk.
_ _ [D] And we both got [Gm] perfectly drunk. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ He laughed like the chimes [F] of a silver bell.
[Eb] His eyes were _ [Bb] alexanderite blue. _
_ He [D] danced the tai chi [Ebm]
with the [Bb] grace of a deer.
And I wanted to marry him [F] too. _ _
[D] Yeah, I wanted to marry [Gm] him too.
_ _ _ _ _ _ There was that son of a dog [F] from the Tennessee hills
[Eb] kept telling me [Bb] I was still young.
_ [D] He spoke in pure southern [Eb] and [Bb] smoothed out the lines around my eyes
saying I [F] was the one.
_ _ [D] Forever that I'd be [Gm] the one. _ _ _ _ _
_ He drank and he cussed [F] and he wrote his own songs.
[Eb] He was very [Bb] much on the go. _ _ _
[D] We followed each other [Bb] over a year.
I couldn't have married him though. _
[D] _ _ _ _ So we just lived in sin on [Gm] the road. _ _
_ _ _ _ You ought to hear the ones I left out.
_ _ _ _ There was that black-eyed beauty [F] from Boston _ [Eb] town.
Two days were never [Bb]
too long.
_ [D] He stood by the mirror [Bb] and picked out the rose.
But I already wrote him a [F] song.
_ _ [D] Yeah, I already wrote [Gm] him a song.
_ So _ _ _ _ _ _ here I sit [F] with my basket of fruit
[Eb] and two finger bowls [Bb] of glass. _ _
[D] I finish my [Eb] bottle of [Bb]
Germany's best
and conclude in my thoughts on [F] the _ past
[D] that love is a pain in [Gm] the _ _ _ ass. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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