Sweet Sir Galahad - Joan Baez
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Sweet Sir Galahad Lyrics
Sweet Sir Galahad came in through the window
In the night when the moon was in the yard
He took her hand in his and shook the long hair
From his neck and he told her she'd been working much too hardIt was true that ever since the day
Her crazy man had passed away to the land of poet's pride
She laughed and talked alot with new people on the block
But always at evening time she criedAnd here's to the dawn of their daysShe moved her head a little down on the bed
Until it rested softly on his knee
And there she dropped her smile and there she sighed awhile
And told him all the sadness of those years that numbered threeWell, you know I think my fate's belated
Because of all the hours I waited for the day when I'd no longer cry
I get myself to work by eight but oh, was I born too late
Do you think I'll fail at every single thing I try?And here's to the dawn of their daysHe just put his arm around her and that's the way I found her
eight months later to the day
The lines of a smile erased the tear tracks upon her face
A smile that could linger, even staySweet Sir Galahad went down
With his gay bride of flowers
The prince of the hours
Of her lifetimeAnd here's to the dawn of their days, of their days
