From his neck and he told her she'd been working much too hard
Well, you know I think my fate's belated
But always at evening time she cried
Sweet Sir Galahad went down
A smile that could linger, even stay
He just put his arm around her and that's the way I found her
Her crazy man had passed away to the land of poet's pride
eight months later to the day
And here's to the dawn of their days
She laughed and talked alot with new people on the block
And told him all the sadness of those years that numbered three
Do you think I'll fail at every single thing I try?
Of her lifetime
Until it rested softly on his knee
And here's to the dawn of their days
With his gay bride of flowers
She moved her head a little down on the bed
The prince of the hours
And there she dropped her smile and there she sighed awhile
Because 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
It was true that ever since the day
The lines of a smile erased the tear tracks upon her face
He took her hand in his and shook the long hair
