| Lyrics: | 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 to 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 know why
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
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
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