MOTHER MACREE

Hands that are strong but wink-led_____doing work that nev-er gets done;
Hair that's lost some of the beau-ty,____by too man-y hours in the sun;
eyes that show some dis-ap-point-ment,____and there's been quite a lot in her life.
But she's the found-a-tion I lean on,____my wo-man, my wo-man, my wife.

Ev - 'ry day has been up hill,_____ we climb but we can't reach the top.
I'm weak, and I'm eas - i - ly dis-cour-aged__she just smiles when I want to stop.
Lips that are wear-y, but ten - der, with love that strength-ens my life.
A saint in a dress made of ging-ham, my wo-man, my wo-man, my wife.

Two lit-tle ba-bies were born in the spring, but died when the win-ter was new.
I lost con-trol of my mind and my soul, but my wo-man's fait car-ried us through.
Whe she reach-es that riv-er,____ Lord, you know what she's worth.
Give her that man-sion up yon-der,___ 'cause she's been through hell here on earth.

Lord, give her my share of heav-en,____ If I've earned an-y here in this life.
'Cause God, I be-lieve she de-serves it, my wo - man, my wo - man, my wife.