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 hard
It was true
That ever since the day
Her crazy man had passed away
To the land of poet's bright
She laughed and talked alot
With new people on the block
But always
At evening time she cried
And here's to the dawn
Of their days
La la di di di di di
La la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la
She moved her head
A little down on the bed
Until it rested
Softly on his knee
There she dropped her smile
And there she sat awhile
Told him all the sadness
Of those years that numbered three
"Well you know I think my fates belated
Cause of all the hours I've waited
For the day
When I no longer cry"
"To 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 days
Well he just put his arm
Around her and
That's the way I found her
Eight months later to the day
Lines of a smile erase
The tear tracks upon her face
A smile that could linger
Even stay
Sweet Sir Galahad went down
With his gay bride of flowers
The prince of the hours
Of their lifetime
And here's to the dawn
Of their days
Of their days