Lady In Black
Am
She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday
morning,
G Am
her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind.
I know not how she found me, for in darkness I
was walking,
and destruction lay around me from a fight I
could not win.
Am
G Am G
Am
Ahahaaahaahah, ahahaaahahaha !
She asked me name my foe then. I said the need within some men
to fight and kill their brothers without
thought of men or god.
And I begged her give me horses to trample down
my enemies,
so eager was my passion to devour this waste of
life.
But she would not think of battle that reduces
men to animals,
so easy to begin and yet impossible to end.
For she the mother of all men had counciled me
so wisely that
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. I've no such misconceptions.
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 cloak
disappear.
My labor is no easier, but now I know I'm not
alone.
I find new heart each time I think upon that
windy day.
And if one day she comes to you drink deeply
from her
words so wise.
Take courage from her as your prize and say
hello for me.
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