Hands that are strong but wrinkled
Doing work that never gets done
Hair thats lost some of the beauty
By too many hours in the sun
Eyes that show some disappointment
And theres been quite a lot in her life
Shes the foundation I lean on
My woman, my woman, my wife
Everyday has been uphill
We climb but we cant reach the top
Im weak and Im 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 womans faith carried us through
When she reaches that river
Lord, you know what shes worth
Give her that mansion up yonder
Cause shes been through hell here on earth
Lord, give her my share of heaven
If Ive earned any here in this life
Cause God, I believe she deserves it
My woman, my woman, my wife