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 She asked me name my foe then I said I need within some men To fight and 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 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 strenght 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 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