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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 walking

And destruction lay around me,

from a fight I could not win

Ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ...

She asked me name my foe then,

I said the need within some men

To fight and kill their brothers,

without thought of love 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

Ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ...

But she wouldn t think of battle that,

reduces men to animals

So easy to begin,

and yet impossible to end

For she s the mother of our men,

who counseled me so wisely then

I feared to walk alone again,

and asked if she would stay

Ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ...

Oh, lady lend your hand outright,

and let me rest here at your side

Have faith and trust in peace 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

Ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ...

Thus having spoke she turned away,

and though I found no words to say

I stood and watched until I saw,

her black coat 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 from me

Ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah x9