Handsome, no, my man ain´t handsome
But there´s a trace of a wondrous grace
In his weary face
Life has done its best to break him
But his strength and courage
Make him just the kind of man a woman needs
Tender, he ain´t always tender
But in his eyes something warm and wise
Lifts me to the skies
If his heart ain´t always showing
It´s a comfort just to know him
He´ s the kind of man a woman needs
Sometimes he´ll grow angry
At some foolish thing I do
Than he´ll forgive to spare me pain
Times he´ll know I´m troubled
So he´ll laugh to cheer me through
Till my heart is light
As Summer rain...
Hmm hmm...
Youthful,
No, my man ain´t youthful
That time´s gone by
But his head is high
And his dreams won´t die
Though he´s had his share of sorrow
He looks forward to tomorrow
He´s the kind of man a woman needs
He´s the kind of man a woman needs...