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Não Era Seu Filho

Trisha Yearwood

It Wasn't His 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 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 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 good
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

Não Era Seu Filho

Ele era o homem dela, ela era a esposa dele
E numa noite fria de inverno
Ele se ajoelhou ao lado dela
Enquanto ela dava à luz
Mas não era seu filho
Não era seu filho

Ainda assim, ele o aceitou como seu
E enquanto o via crescer
Isso lhe trouxe alegria
(Ele amava aquele garoto)
Mas não era seu filho
Não era seu filho

Mas como um pai, ele era forte e gentil
E eu acredito que ele fez o melhor que pôde
Não foi fácil pra ele
Mas ele fez tudo que podia
Seu filho era diferente dos outros
Não era seu filho
Não era seu filho

E quando o garoto se tornou um homem
Ele pegou a mão do pai
E logo o mundo
Saberia o porquê
Não era seu filho
Não era seu filho

Mas como um pai, ele era forte, gentil e bom
E eu acredito que ele fez o melhor que pôde
Não foi fácil pra ele
Mas ele fez tudo que podia
Ele cresceu com as mãos na madeira
E morreu com as mãos na madeira
Ele era filho de Deus
Ele era filho de Deus

Ele era o homem dela
Ela era a esposa dele
E numa noite qualquer
Ele se ajoelhou ao lado dela
Enquanto ela dava à luz
Mas não era seu filho
Era filho de Deus

Composição: Skip Ewing