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


Mirror lyrics:

It was God's child
But it wasn't his child
As she gave birth
He knelt by her
And late one night
She was his wife
He was her man

He was God's child
He was God's child,
And he died with his hands in wood
He grew up with his hands in wood
But he did all could
It wasn't easy for him
And I believe he did his best
But like a father he was strong and kind

It wasn't his child
It wasn't his child
Would all know why
And soon the world
He took his father's hand
And when the boy became a man

It wasn't his child
It wasn't his child
His son was different from the rest
But he did all could
It wasn't easy for him
And I believe he did his best
But like a father he was strong and kind

It wasn't his child
But it wasn't his child
It brought him joy
And as he watched him grow
Yet still he took him as his own

It wasn't his child
But it wasn't his child,
As she gave birth
He knelt by her
And late one winter night
He was her man, she was his wife


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