sawyer brown
it wasn't his child
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  But it wasn't his child  It wasn't his child   But like a father he was strong and kind And I believe he did his best  It wasn't easy for him  But he did all could  His son was different from 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 all know why  It wasn't his child  It wasn't his child   But like a father he was strong and kind  And I believe he did his best  It wasn't 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 God's child,  He was God's child   He was her man  She was his wife  And late one night  He knelt by her  As she gave birth  But it wasn't his child  It was God's child