Well, you know I think my fate's belated
It was true that ever since the day
From his neck and he told her she'd been working much too hard
eight months later to the day
And told him all the sadness of those years that numbered three
Her crazy man had passed away to the land of poet's pride
But always at evening time she cried
And here's to the dawn of their days
Because of all the hours I waited for the day when I'd no longer cry
And here's to the dawn of their days
I get myself to work by eight but oh, was I born too late
She laughed and talked alot with new people on the block
Do you think I'll fail at every single thing I try?
Sweet Sir Galahad went down
He just put his arm around her and that's the way I found her
Of her lifetime
Until it rested softly on his knee
The prince of the hours
A smile that could linger, even stay
The lines of a smile erased the tear tracks upon her face
With his gay bride of flowers
She moved her head a little down on the bed
He took her hand in his and shook the long hair
And there she dropped her smile and there she sighed awhile
