Sweet Sir Galahad (Joan Baez)                         of flowers, The prince of the hours of her        
                                                      lifetime. And here's to the dawn of their days,   
Sweet Sir Galahad came in through the window In       of their days.                                    
the night when the moon was in the yard. Took                                                           
her hand in his and shook the long hair From his                                                        
neck and he told her she'd been working much to                                                         
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 a lot 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. 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 fate's belated 'cause                                                          
of all the hours I waited For the day when I'd                                                          
no longer cry. Get myself to work by eight, well                                                        
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 erased the tear tracks                                                            
upon her face, The smile that could linger even                                                         
stayed.                                                                                                 
                                                                                                        
Sweet Sir Galahad went down with his gay bride