Uriah Heep

long dress, black dress, 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 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