She came to me one morning
One lonely Sunday morning
Her long hair flowing
In the midwinter wind
I know not how she found me
For in darkness I was stalking
And destruction lay around me
From a fight I could not win
She asked me name I thought then
I said the need within summoned
To fight and kill the brothers
Without thought of love or god
And I begged her give me horses
To trample down my enemy
So eager was my passion
To devour this waste of life
But she would not think of battles
That reduce us men to animals
So easy to begin and yet
Impossible to end
For she the mother of all men
Did counsel me so wisely then
I feared to walk alone again
And asked if she would stay
Oh lady lend your hand I cried
Oh let me rest here at your side
Have faith and trust in me she said
And filled my heart with life
There is no strength in numbers
Have no such misconception
But when you need me be assured
I won′t be far away
Thus having spoke she turned away
And though I found no words to say
I stood and watched until I saw
Her black form disappear
My labour is no easier
But now I know I'm not alone
I find your heart each time
I think upon that wicked day
And if one day she comes to you
Drink deeply from her words so wise
Take courage from her and your pride
And say hello for me
Writer(s): Ken Hensley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
