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 
But it wasn't his child 
It was God's child