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 is 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
