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.