作詞：DONALD EWING (PKA SKIP EWING) 作曲：DONALD EWING (PKA 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, he loved that boy 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