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
 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
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 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