It Wasn't His Child

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, 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