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The Lady In Black
Komposition: HensleyText: Hensley
| She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning Her long hair flowing in the mid-winter's 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 ahh ahh ahh ahh 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 enemy So eager was my passion to devour this waste of life ahh ahh ahh 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 counceled 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 by your side Have faith and trust in me she said, and filled my heart with life There's 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 cloak disappear My labour is no easier but 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 |
