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