*Uriah Heep (II)

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 enemy
so eager was my passion
to devour this waste of life.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...

But she would not think of battle that
reduces men to animals
so easy to begin and then
impossible to end.

For she, the mother of all men
had counselled 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 I cried
and 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
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 form 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 for me.
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...