Galahad

This track follows the theme of this new album about a young mans experience of growing up in the mid 19th century in Ireland, seeing his brother leave home to find a new life in America. When they were young lads, he and his three brothers played at being nights of the round table. Each brother was given a name; the oldest Galahad. Hence the title of the track. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EN3v7B38iGo Music and lyrics: Phil Bowen Guitars and keyboards: Phil Bowen Vocals: Phil Bowen Mixed and produced: Phil Bowen Lyrics: Verse 1 I went down to the packet boat And saw my brother come alive It’s the first time in many months Well he was only 25 With a cold and hardened reason It’s hard when your deprived But no matter what the season We’re born strong to survive Verse 2 I went down to the packet boat The sails were furled up tight The boat was moored up by the dock And was leaving at midnight My brother gave me what he had with a photo of our deadbeat dad and a note he signed with a flourish and he called himself Galahad Middle 8 So our lives can be intertwined No matter where we are You take my mind. You take my soul You take my dreams and take control But I know where my heart will lie Just think about it a little while We may not always see eye to eye But we’re brother ‘till we die Verse 3 It’s been a while since my brother sailed He tool a part of me He sent a note. One day it came It’s what I hoped it would be He settled down near Providence Saved up all he had Paid me for a single ticket And signed it Galahad Verse 4 So I went down to the packet boat And queued up for my turn Found a place below the deck No thought that I’d return Not feeling sad, with no regret I felt that I was in his debt With the little that I had I thought of Galahad.