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