My Woman, My Woman, My Wife (Album Version) - Marty Robbins (马丁·罗宾逊)

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

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

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 thru 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