It Wasn`t His Child — текст песни (Yearwood Trisha)

He was her man, she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her as she gave birth
But it wasn`t his child, it wasn`t his child
Yet still he took him as his own
And as he watched him grow
It brought him joy, he loved that boy
But it wasn`t his child, it wasn`t his child
But like a father he was strong and kind and good
And I believe he did his best
It wasn`t easy for him but he did all he could
His son was different to the rest
It wasn`t his child, it wasn`t his child
And when the boy became a man
He took his father`s hand
And soon the world would know why
It wasn`t his child, it wasn`t his child
And like a father he was strong and kind and good
And I believe he did his best
It wasn`t easy for him but he did all he could
He grew up with his hands in wood
And he died with his hands in wood
He was God`s child, he was God`s child