Ken Hensley

Lady in Black

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She came to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning
Her long hair flowing in the mid-winter 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 ...

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 ...

But she would not 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 counciled me so wisely that
I feared to walk alone again and asked if she would stay

Ah ...

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 is no strength in numbers, I've no such misconceptions
But when you need me be assured I won't be far away

Ah ...