I saw fire blaze
Before a wealthy man
And outside was death at the door.
The lame may ride a horse,
The handless may drive a herd,
The deaf may fight and do well;
A blind man is better
Than a burnt one;
The dead are of no use.
A son is better
I saw fire blaze
Before a wealthy man
And outside was death at the door.
The lame may ride a horse,
The handless may drive a herd,
The deaf may fight and do well;
A blind man is better
Than a burnt one;
The dead are of no use.
A son is better