My Woman, My Woman, My Wife - Marty Robbins

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 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

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.

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…