Hands, that are strong but wrinkled Doing work that never gets done Hair, that's lost some of its beauty By too many hours in the sun Eyes, that show some disappointment And there's been quite a lot in her life She's the foundation I lean on My woman, my woman, my wife
Everyday has been uphill We climb 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 dress made of gingham My woman, my woman, my wife
Two little babies 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 thru 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