歌曲 | It Wasn't His Child |
歌手 | Trisha Yearwood |
专辑 | The Sweetest Gift |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
zuo ci : 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 |
zuò cí : 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 |