It Wasn't His Child sing and play along

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.

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.

His son was diff'rent from the rest.

It wasn't his child,

it wasn't his child.

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.