**Joan Baez-Sweet Sir Galahad**

Sweet Sir Galahad                                                                                 / Joan Baez                                 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.     http://blog.daum.net/kdm2141/2697