He was her man,
(Bb)she was his (Ab)wife.
And late (Bb)one (Cm)win (Bb)ter (Eb)night, he knelt by her,
(Gm)as she
gave birth,
but it was n’t his (F7sus)child,
it was n’t his (Ab)child.
Yet still he took him as his (Ab)own,
and as (Bb)he (Cm)watched (Bb)him (Eb)grow, it brought him joy.
(Gm)He loved
that boy,
but it was n’t his (F7sus)child,
it (Eb)was n’t his (Ab)child.
And like his fa ther, he was strong and kind and good.
And I be (Eb)lieve he did his (Bbsus2)best.
It was n’t eas y for him, but (Ab)he did all he could.
His son was (Eb)dif f’rent from the rest.
It was n’t his (Ab)child,
it was n’t his (F7sus)child.
He grew up with his hands in wood.
And he (F7)died
with his (Ab)hands in wood.
He was God’s
child,
He was God’s
child.
He was her man,
(Bb)she was his (Ab)wife
and late (Bb)one (Cm)win (Bb)ter (Eb)night, he knelt by her
(Bb)as she
gave birth,
but it was n’t his (F7sus)child.
It was God’s
child.
This page shows “It Wasn't His Child” by Skip Ewing in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of Ab at 116 BPM, a medium-difficulty arrangement — try slowing the tempo down using the BPM control.