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Track: Sweet Sir Galahad
Artist: Joan Baez
Album: The First 10 Years

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Name: Joan Baez
Spotify Genres: folk, folk rock, singer-songwriter
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American singer-songwriter and activist born on January 9, 1941 in Staten Island, New York, USA and known for her soprano voice, three-octave range and distinct, rapid vibrato. Originally a folk singer, her music has considerably strayed from folk since the 1960s, encompassing rock, pop, country, and gospel. She was influential in helping [a=Bob Dylan] gain greater career success in his early performing days. Inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on April 7, 2017. Daughter of [a=Albert Baez] and [a=Joan Baez, Sr.]; younger sister of [a=Pauline Marden] and older sister of [a=Mimi Farina] (also a folk musician). She had a romantic relationship with [a=Bob Dylan] in the mid-1960s, and later married [a=David Harris (15)] (from March 26, 1968 until their divorce on February 15, 1974) with whom she had a son, [a=Gabriel Harris].

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Release: Joan Baez - Sweet Sir Galahad / Ghetto
Year: 1968
Genres: Folk, World, & Country
Styles: Folk

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LYRICS

(J. Baez)
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 alot
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