And many poor men were killed
And that is why our house
Is built on the top of a hill
The plains are like a friend,
Why can't we live on them
And if a flood should come,
Why can't we run
I am the lion
Bellowing out in the night
We had a cow
I left it alone to graze
And walked to the stream
And when I returned
It was stolen away
But now the cow is gone,
And we don't need a farm
We have not one thing
They would steal away
I am the lion
Bellowing out at the night
I Am
The lion
Bellowing out in the night
I am
The lion
