Al De Meola (Solo) (Live)

Sweet Sir Galahad came in
Through the window in the night
When the moon was in the yard
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 and rhyme
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
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la
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 sat a while
Told him all the sadness of those years at Number 3
Well, you know I think my fate's belated
Because of all the hours I've waited
For the day when I no longer cry
To get myself to work by April
Oh, was I born too late?
Do you think I'll fail at every single thing I try?
And here's to the dawn of their days
Well, 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 erased
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 their lifetime
And here's to the dawn of their days
Of their days