Terry McCoy - My Wife

Not roses, not chocolate, not candy or cards
More fragrant, more pleasing and sweeter by far
Not perfume or diamonds or champagne or pearls
But adorned with her children, a boy and two girls
Not stuff to be polished not silver or gold
But treasures eternal that quiets our souls
These are the things she gives us, day and night
She's their Mama, and she's my wife
Not Wall Street, not Main Street, not catching a flight
Just story time and prayers by a bedside at night
Not glamour, not sequins, not dancing or wine
Just blue jeans and brownies and ballgames and lots of time
Lots of time
Not stuff to be polished not silver or gold
But treasures eternal that quiets our souls
These are the things she gives us, day and night
She's their Mama, and she's my
Not stuff to be polished not silver or gold
But treasures eternal that quiets our souls
These are the things she gives me, day and night
She's their Mama, and she's my wife

Written by:
Terry McCoy

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