And now, to counter-act that, I've got a song I wrote many years 
later after I had cast the Madonna to the four winds as it were. 
This song is called 'Love Song to a Stranger'

Love Song to a Stranger
(Joan Baez)
Plymouth 1975-10-31

How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger
His warm arms all around me?
How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul down
To the place where it longs to be?
All of your history has little to do with your face
You're mainly a mystery with violins filling in space
Hum hum hum hum

You stood in the nude by the mirror and picked out a rose
From the bouquet in our hotel
And then lay down beside me again and I watched the rose
On the pillow as it fell
I sank and I slept in a twilight with only one care -
know that when day broke and I woke that you'd still be there
You'd still be there

The hours for once they passed slowly unendingly by
Like a sweet breeze on a field
Your gentleness came down upon me and I guess I thanked you
When you caused me to yield
We spoke not a sentence and took not a footstep beyond
Our two days together which seemingly soon would be gone
Soon would be gone

Don't tell me of love everlasting and other sad dreams
I don't want to hear
Just tell me of passionate strangers who rescue each other
From a lifetime of cares
Because if love means forever, expecting nothing returned
Then I hope I'll be given another whole lifetime to learn
Hum hum hum hum

Because you gave to me oh so many things it makes me wonder
How they could belong to me
And I gave you only my dark eyes which melted your soul down
To the
(traditional)

Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here right by my side
And in her right hand a silver dagger,
She says that I can't be your bride.

All men are false, says my mother,
They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies.
The very next evening, they'll court another,
Leave you alone to pine and sigh.

My daddy is a handsome devil
He's got a chain five miles long,
And on every link a heart does dangle
Of another maid he's loved and wronged.

Go court another tender maiden,
And hope that she will be your wife,
For I've been warned, and I've decided
To sleep alone all of my life. place where it longs to be

© 1972 Chandos Music (ASCAP)