| Lyrics: | 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 my 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 |
