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 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 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 wasn't God's child