DmShe came to me one morning

One Dmlonely Sunday morning

Her Clong hair flowing in the Dmmid-winter wind

I Dmknow not how she found me

For in Dmdarkness I was walking

And destrCuction lay around me

From a Dmfight I could not win

DmShe asked me name my foe then

I Dmsaid the need within some men

To Cfight and kill their brothers without Dmthought of love or God

DmAnd I begged her give me horses

To Dmtrample down my enemies

So Ceager was my passion to deDmvour this waste of life

But she Dmwould not think of battle that

ReDmduces men to animals

So Ceasy to begin and yet imDmpossible to end

DmFor she the mother of all men

Had Dmcounciled me so wisely that

I Cfeared to walk alone again

And Dmasked if she would stay

Oh, Dmlady, lend your hand, I cried

Oh, Dmlet me rest here at your side

Have Cfaith and trust in me, she said and Dmfilled my heart with life

There Dmis no strength in numbers

have Dmno such misconceptions

But Cwhen you need me be assured I Dmwon't be far away

Thus Dmhaving spoke she turned away

And Dmthough I found no words to say

I Cstood and watched until I saw her Dmblack cloak disappear

My Dmlabor is no easier

But Dmnow I know I'm not alone

I Cfind new heart each time I think uDmpon that windy day

And Dmif one day she comes to you

Drink Dmdeeply from her words so wise

Take Ccourage from her as your prize and Dmsay hello for me