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  • 作词 : Ewing
    Lyrics:Skip Ewing Music: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
    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
  • 作词 : Ewing
    Lyrics:Skip Ewing Music: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
    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