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I'll sing you a song 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 smart enough to know that my writing is very mediocre.
But anyhow this is about my brother-in-law who has very long hair and he married my sister Mimi after the death of her husband a few years back, Richard Frenia, whom some of you remember.
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 first.

Sweet Sir Galahad
Joan Báez

Sweet Sir Galahad
Came in through the window
In the night when
The moon was in the yard.
He 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 poet's pride,
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.
She moved her head
A little down on the bed
Until it rested softly on his knee.
And there she dropped her smile
And there she sighed awhile,
And told him all the sadness
Of those years that numbered three.
Well you know I think my fate's belated
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,
And do you think I'll fail
At every single 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 later to the day.
The lines of a smile erased
The tear tracks upon her face,
A smile could linger, even stay.
Sweet Sir Galahad went down
With his gay bride of flowers,
The prince of the hours
Of her lifetime.
And here's to the dawn
Of their days,
Of their days.