It Wasnt His Child — текст песни (Trisha Yearwood)

(written by skip ewing)



He was her man, she was his wife

And late one winter night

He knelt by her

As she gave birth

But it wasnt his child,

It wasnt his child



Yet still he took him as his own

And as he watched him grow

It brought him joy

But it wasnt his child

It wasnt his child



But like a father he was strong and kind

And I believe he did his best

It wasnt easy for him

But he did all could

His son was different from the rest

It wasnt his child

It wasnt his child



And when the boy became a man

He took his fathers hand

And soon the world

Would all know why

It wasnt his child

It wasnt his child



But like a father he was strong and kind

And I believe he did his best

It wasnt easy for him

But he did all could

He grew up with his hands in wood

And he died with his hands in wood

He was gods child,

He was gods child



He was her man

She was his wife

And late one night

He knelt by her

As she gave birth

But it wasnt his child

It was gods child