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 poets' 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 sighed a while 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
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
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 her lifetime
And here's to the dawn of their days
Of their days