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It Wasnt His Child

歌词来源专辑:The Sweetest Gift
演唱者:Trisha Yearwood

It Wasnt His Child文本歌词

作词 : Ewing

Lyrics:Skip Ewing Music: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 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 good

And I believe he did his best

It wasn't easy for him, but he did all he 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

And like his 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

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 was God's Child

It Wasnt His ChildLRC歌词

作词 : Ewing

Lyrics:Skip Ewing Music: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 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 good

And I believe he did his best

It wasn't easy for him, but he did all he 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

And like his 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

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 was God's Child