Verse 1

Calloused hands and a dusty road

She's the anchor holding the heavy load

When the river rises and breaks the bank

She's the only one I got to thank

Verse 2

Sunburnt shoulders and tired eyes

She never complains when the weather dies

Just ties her apron and pours the tea

Steady and true as a white oak tree

Chorus

And without her we’d go down to the clay

Sink like a stone in the stormy gray

She’s our morning sun through the pine and rain

The one who carries the quiet pain

Verse 3

I see the worry carved on her face