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LADY IN BLACK
by Uriah Heep (1971)

She c[Am]ame to me one morning, one lonely Sunday morning,
her l[G]ong hair flowing in the m[Am]id-winter wind.
I kno[Am]w not how she found me, for in dàrkness I was walking,
and d[G]estruction lay around me [Am]from a fight I could not win.
[Am]Ahahaaah[G]aahah, [Am]ahahaaa[G]haha[Am]ha ...
She a[Am]sked me name my foe then. I said the need within some men
to fi[G]ght and kill their brothers without [Am]thought of love or god.
And I[Am] begged her give me horses to trample down my enemies,
so ea[G]ger was my passion to [Am]devour this waste of life.
[Am]Ahahaaah[G]aahah, [Am]ahahaaa[G]haha[Am]ha
But s[Am]he woùld not think of battle thàt reduces men to animals,
so ea[G]sy to begin and yet impos[Am]sible to end.
For s[Am]he the mother of all men had counciled me so wisely that
I fea[G]red to walk alone again and [Am]asked if she would stay.
[Am]Ahahaaah[G]aahah, [Am]ahahaaa[G]haha[Am]ha
"Oh l[Am]ady lend your hand," I cried, "Oh let me rest here at your side."
"Have[G] faith and trust in me," she said and [Am]filled my heart with life.
There[Am] is no strength in numbers. I've no such misconceptions.
But w[G]hen you need me be assured I [Am]won't be far away.
[Am]Ahahaaah[G]aahah, [Am]ahahaaa[G]haha[Am]ha
Thus [Am]having spoke she turned away and though I found no words to say
I sto[G]od and watched until I saw her [Am]black cloak disappear.
My la[Am]bor is no easier, but now I know I'm not alone.
I fin[G]d new heart each time I think up[Am]on that windy day.
And i[Am]f one day she comes to you drink deeply from her words so wise.
Take [G]courage from her as your prize and [Am]say hello for me.
[Am]Ahahaaah[G]aahah, [Am]ahahaaa[G]haha[Am]ha ...