She came to me one morning
One lonely Sunday morning
Her long hair flowing
In the midwinter wind
I know now 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 fall of love or god
And I beg to give me horses
To trample down my enemy
So eager was my passion
To devour this waste of life
But she would not think of battle
That reduces men to animals
So easy to begin and
Yet impossible to end
For she\'s the mother of all men
And comes to me so wisely then
I dare to walk alone again
And ask if she would stay
Oh lady lend your hand I cried
Oh let me rest here at your side
I\'ve made men trust in me she said
And filled my heart with life
There is no sense in numbers
And no such misconception
But when you leave 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 gown disappear
My labor is no easier
But now I know I\'m not alone
I find you on each time
I think upon that wintry day
And if one day she comes to you
Drink deeply from her words so wise
Take courage as your prize
And say hello for me
schnaffke
paulemax
