Chords for Joan Baez - Sweet Sir Galahad

called Sweet Sir Galahad.
It's the only song that I've ever written that I sing anywhere
outside of the bathtub, _ because I'm just [C] smart enough to know that my writing is very mediocre.
But anyhow, this is about my brother [B]-in-law, who has very long hair, and he married my
sister Mimi after the death of her husband a few years back, Richard Fregna, whom some
of you remember.
_ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
And the images conjured up in this funny little song are simply that
I watched him come courting, and when he did, he used to come in the middle of the night
through her bedroom window, feet [B] first.
_ _ Sweet Sir Galahad came in through the window [G#m] in the night, when the moon was in [C#m] the _ _ _ yard.
_ _ [F#]
Took her hand in his and [F#] shook the long hair from his neck, and he told her she'd been
[G#m] working much too _ _ hard.
[B] It was true that ever since the day her crazy man had passed away,
to the land of poets' [C#m] pride. _ _ _ _
She [F#] laughed and talked a lot with [F#] new people on the block,
but always at evening time [G#m] she _ cried.
_ _ _ [E] And here's to [D#m] the dawn [F#] of their _
_ [F#] _ days.
_ [B] La la dee dee [F#] dee dee la [G#m] la _ _
_ [D#m] _ _ _ [E] la dee dee [B] dee dee [F#] la la da. _
_ [G#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] She moved her head a little down on the bed [G#m] until it rested _ softly on [C#m] his knee.
_ _ _ _ [F#] There she dropped her smile and there she sighed a while, told him all the sadness of
[G#m] those years that numbered three. _
[B] Well, you know, I think my fate's belated,
cause of all the hours [G#m] I waited for the day when I'd no [C#m] longer cry.
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] Get myself to work by eight, but oh, was I born too late.
Do you think I'll [G#m] fail at every single thing I try? _
_ _ [E] _ And [D#m] here's to the dawn [F#] of their _ days. _ _
_ [B] He just put his arm around her and that's the way I [G#m] found her,
eight months later to the [C#m] day.
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] Lines of a smile erased, the tear tracks upon her face, a smile that could linger, [G#m] even stay. _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ Sweet Sir [F#] Galahad went _ down [G#m] with his gate _ [D#m] of _ flowers, [E] the prince of [B] the hours [F#] of her _ _ [G#m] lifetime. _
_ _ _ _ [E] And _ here's [D#m] to the _ dawn [F#] of their _ _ _ days, _ of their _ [D#m] days.
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