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 at the night. 
I am
the lion.