My Woman My Woman My Wife — текст песни (Dean Martin)

(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...