There was a flood 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 canÂŽt we live on them And if a flood should come Why canÂŽt 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 donÂŽt 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