Текст песни «Brown Sawyer - It Wasn't His Child»

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