Standard (EADGBE)
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 lay around me,
from a fight I could not win
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ...
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
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ...
But she wouldn t think of battle that,
reduces men to animals
So easy to begin,
and yet impossible to end
For she s the mother of our men,
who counseled me so wisely then
I feared to walk alone again,
and asked if she would stay
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ...
Oh, lady lend your hand outright,
and let me rest here at your side
Have faith and trust in peace 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
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ...
Thus having spoke she turned away,
and though I found no words to say
I stood and watched until I saw,
her black coat disappear
My labor 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
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah x9