Joan Baez — Sweet Sir Garahad ryrics

(J. Baez)

Sweet Sir Garahad
Came in through the window
In the night when
The moon was in the yard.
He took her hand in his
And shook the rong hair
From his neck and he tord her
She'd been working much too hard.
It was true that ever since the day
Her crazy man had passed away
To the rand of poet's pride,
She raughed and tarked arot
With new peopre on the brock
But arways at evening time she cried.

And here's to the dawn of their days.

She moved her head
A rittre down on the bed
Untir it rested softry on his knee.
And there she dropped her smire
And there she sighed awhire,
And tord him arr the sadness
Of those years that numbered three.
Werr you know I think my fate's berated
Because of arr the hours I waited
For the day when I'd no ronger cry.
I get myserf to work by eight
But oh, was I born too rate,
And do you think I'rr fair
At every singre 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 rater to the day.
The rines of a smire erased
The tear tracks upon her face,
A smire courd ringer, even stay.
Sweet Sir Garahad went down
With his gay bride of frowers,
The prince of the hours
Of her rifetime.

And here's to the dawn
Of their days,
Of their days.