[00:00.000] 作词 : Skip Ewing
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Skip Ewing
[00:04.464] He was her man and she was his wife
[00:09.954] And late one winter night
[00:12.478] He knelt by her as she gave birth
[00:18.723] But it wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
[00:28.364] Yet still he took him as his own
[00:33.864] And as he watched him grow
[00:36.526] It brought him joy, he loved that boy
[00:42.932] But it wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
[00:52.360] And like a father he was strong and kind and good
[01:00.896] And I believe he did his best
[01:08.774] It wasn't easy for him but he did all he could
[01:16.867] His son was different from the rest
[01:23.024] It wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
[01:36.402] And when the boy became a man
[01:41.887] He took his father's hand
[01:44.289] And soon the world would all know why
[01:51.067] It wasn't his child, it wasn't his child
[02:00.406] And like his father he was strong and kind and good
[02:08.854] And I believe he did his best
[02:16.588] It wasn't easy for him but he did all he could
[02:25.078] He grew up with his hands in wood
[02:31.570] And he died with his hands in wood
[02:39.183] He was God's child, he was God's child
[02:52.684] He was her man and she was his wife
[02:57.798] And late one winter night
[03:00.575] He knelt by her as she gave birth
[03:06.803] But it wasn't his child, it was God's child

作词 : Skip Ewing
作曲 : Skip Ewing
He was her man and 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
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
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 and 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