Lady in Black [Italian translation]

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.

Ahhhahhhahhahahhhahhhahhh (etc.)

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.

Ahhhahhhahhahahhhahhhahhh (etc.)

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.

Ahhhahhhahhahahhhahhhahhh (etc.)

"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.

Ahhhahhhahhahahhhahhhahhh (etc.)

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 labor is no easier,

but now I know I'm not alone.

I find new heart each time

I think upon that windy day.

Ahhhahhhahhahahhhahhhahhh (etc.)

She came to me one morning,

one lonely Sunday morning,

her long hair flowing

in the mid-winter wind.

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.

• Artist:Blackmore's Night
• Album:Dancer and the Moon