Tekster: Dean Martin. My Woman, My Woman, My Wife.

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 my 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 wanna stop

Lips that are weary but tender
With love that strengthens my life
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 in 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