| 歌曲 | It Wasn't His Child |
| 歌手 | Trisha Yearwood |
| 专辑 | The Sweetest Gift |
| 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 |
| 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 |