There's a picture of woman, and baby her baby on my wall

I don't know where they come from, and I don't know who they are

A man in texas painted them, from somewhere in his mind

Now they're hanging on my wall.

I dream about they places where she has roamed around

Of the towns and the deserts where her feet have touched the ground

Of the man she has loved and the lovers she has lost

There is something in her eyes that tells me to be strong.

And the day is drawing near, when she will draw her last breath

And the angels in the heavens will rejoice and welcome her

And her lovers will take her in their arms again

And she will rest her weary feet in the heaven's golden sands.