Текст песни Trisha Yearwood - It Wasnt His Child
Trisha Yearwood - It Wasnt His Child слова песни
(written by skip ewing)He was her man, she was his wifeAnd late one winter nightHe knelt by herAs she gave birthBut it wasnt his child,It wasnt his childYet still he took him as his ownAnd as he watched him growIt brought him joyBut it wasnt his childIt wasnt his childBut like a father he was strong and kindAnd I believe he did his bestIt wasnt easy for himBut he did all couldHis son was different from the restIt wasnt his childIt wasnt his childAnd when the boy became a manHe took his fathers handAnd soon the worldWould all know whyIt wasnt his childIt wasnt his childBut like a father he was strong and kindAnd I believe he did his bestIt wasnt easy for himBut he did all couldHe grew up with his hands in woodAnd he died with his hands in woodHe was gods child,He was gods childHe was her manShe was his wifeAnd late one nightHe knelt by herAs she gave birthBut it wasnt his childIt was gods child