My Woman, My Woman, My Wife

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
But she’s the foundation I lean on
My woman, my woman, my wife
Everyday has been uphill
We climbed, 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 drss made of gingham
My woman, my woman, my wife
Two little babis 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