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