Passed that are strong but are weak,
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 wo man, my wo man, 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.
But died when the weather was new
I lost control of my mind and my soul
Lord, she reaches that river,
Lord, you know what she's worth.
Give her that mansion up yonder,
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
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