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 I Believe He Did His Best   It Wasn't Easy For Him,   But He Did All 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      But Like A Father He Was Strong And Kind   And I Believe He Did His Best   It Wasn't Easy For Him,   But He Did All 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 Night   He Knelt By Her   As She Gave Birth   Bit It Wasn't His Child,   It Was God's Child