Sweet Sir Galahad - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)

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 more 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