Sweet Sir Galahad
Composer(s): Joan Baez
Performer(s): Joan Baez; Gary Scruggs



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 pride
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

She 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 three
Well 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
and do you think I'll fail
at every single thing I try?

And here's to the dawn of their days

He 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 could linger, even stay
Sweet Sir Galahad went down
with his gay bride of flowers
the prince of the hours
of her lifetime

And here's to the dawn
of their days
of their days