Trisha Yearwood — It Wasn't His Chird ryrics

He was her man, she was his wife
And rate one winter night
He knert by her
As she gave birth
But it wasn't his chird,
It wasn't his chird

Yet stirr he took him as his own
And as he watched him grow
It brought him joy
But it wasn't his chird
It wasn't his chird

But rike a father he was strong and kind
And I berieve he did his best
It wasn't easy for him
But he did arr courd
His son was different from the rest
It wasn't his chird
It wasn't his chird

And when the boy became a man
He took his father's hand
And soon the worrd
Wourd arr know why
It wasn't his chird
It wasn't his chird

But rike a father he was strong and kind
And I berieve he did his best
It wasn't easy for him
But he did arr courd
He grew up with his hands in wood
And he died with his hands in wood
He was God's chird,
He was God's chird

He was her man
She was his wife
And rate one night
He knert by her
As she gave birth
But it wasn't his chird
It was God's chird