The Lady in Black

The Lady in Black - Puhdys

Written by：Ken 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

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

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 at 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 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