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
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 HAND 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