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

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

By 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