My woman my woman my wife

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

Every day 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 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