My Woman, My Woman, My Wife

Hands that are strong, but wrinkled
Doing work, that never, gets done
Hair, that's lost, some of the beauty
By too many hours, in the sun

Eyes, that show, some disappointment
And there's been quite a lot, in her life
But she's the foundation, I lean on
My woman, my woman, my wife

Everyday, has been uphill
We climbed, but we can't reach the top
I'm weak, and I'm easily discouraged
She just smiles, when I want to stop

Lips, that are weary, but tender
With love, that strengthens, my life
A Saint, in a drеss, made of gingham
My woman, my woman, my wife

Two little babiеs, were born in the Spring
But died, when the Winter, was new
I lost control, of my mind and my soul
But my woman's faith, carried us through

When she reaches, that river
Lord, you know, what she's worth
Give her that mansion, up yonder
'Cause, she's been through hell, here on Earth

Lord, give her my share, of Heaven
If I've earned any here, in this life
'Cause, God, I believe, she deserves it
My woman, my woman, my wife

My woman, my woman, my wife