Please God, give me the strength for leavin',
So my soul can stop it's grievin';
I hate his drinkin' with a passion great,
But if I don't leave soon, it'll be too late.

I cannot stand that red and white label,
He thinks alcoholism is just a fable:
But my love is deep and also strong,
That's how I've made it all this long.

Will I make it through another night,
With empty arms and his head so light?
With another woman I could cope,
But with his drink there is no hope.