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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 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 From Letras Mania