Crippled Child

A home, I've always wanted a home I've always wanted a home of my own I've always wanted a home A wife, with eyes of green And soft white skin To bear me a child I've always wanted a child A child, who is good and strong That would never go wrong I've always wanted a child I was present at my childs birth I was there, to see him open his eyes I always wanted a child His back, his back is coarse And his legs are bent I've gone over to my wife You've given me the wrong child I don't want him to die in the home that I own I don't want him to die I don't want him to die In the home that I own