She Say

She say she looks much like a wilting flower That once bloomed lovely in a distant hour And though I look for decay, decay I can't see And she still looks quite beautiful to me. She say her husband is uncouth and rough And that life with him for her is trying and tough And that he hurt her feelings with the things he say But what right has he to hurt her anyway? . She say her son has a mental disease And that from him she doesn't get one moment's ease A disturbed son and to callous man a wife Some women never know the easy life. She say the years of her looks have taken toll And that she look like a withered ageing soul But the wrinkles that years bring she does not hide And she go out of middle life in pride. She say and I believe her when she say That she looked lovely on her youthful day And that men and years have stolen her looks away But still I look and I can't see decay.