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TRISHA YEARWOOD >> Merchandise Links
TRISHA YEARWOOD
(Skip Ewing) 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
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