She came to me
one morning
one lonely
Sunday morning
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
Aah-ah-aah
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Aah-ah-aah-ah-aah
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
Aah-ah-aah
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Aah-ah-aah-ah-aah
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 counselled me
so wisely then
I feared to walk
alone again
and asked
if she would stay
Aah-ah-aah
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Aah-ah-aah-ah-aah
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
Aah-ah-aah
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Aah-ah-aah-ah-aah
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 labour is no easier
but now I know
I'm not alone
I'll 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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