Am She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning, C G her long hair flowing in the mid-winter wind. Am I know not how she found me, for in darkness I was walking, C G and destruction lay around me from a fight I could not win. Am She asked me name my foe then. I said the need within some men C G to fight and kill their brothers without thought of men or god. Am And I begged her give me horses to trample down my enemies, C G so eager was my passion to devour this waste of life. Am But she would not think of battle that reduces men to animals, C G so easy to begin and yet impossible to end. Am For she the mother of all men had counciled me so wisely that C G I feared to walk alone again and asked if she would stay. Am "Oh lady lend your hand," I cried, "Oh let me rest here at your side." C G "Have faith and trust in me," she said and filled my heart with life. Am There is no strength in numbers. I've no such misconceptions. C G But when you need me be assured I won't be far away. Am Thus having spoke she turned away and though I found no words to say C G I stood and watched until I saw her black cloak disappear. Am My labor is no easier, but now I know I'm not alone. C G I find new heart each time I think upon that windy day. Am And if one day she comes to you drink deeply from her words so wise. C G Take courage from her as your prize and say hello for me Am C G Am aaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaa-aaaaaaa C G Am aaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaa