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 

Every day has been uphill 
Though 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 me 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