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 laid around me
From a fight I could not win

She asked me name my foes 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 wouldn't 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 counseled me so wisely that
I feared to walk alone again
And asked if she would stay

Oh, lady, lend your hand outright
And let me rest here at your side
Have faith and trust in me, she said
And filled my heart with life

There's 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 hood 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

She came to me one morning
One lonely Sunday morning
Her long hair flowing
In the midwinter wind

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