Little yellow house sitting on a hill

That is where he lived, that is where he died

Every Sunday morning

Hear the weeping willows cry



Two children born, beautiful wife

Four walls and living is all he needed in life

Always giving, never asking back

I wish I had a simple love like this



I want a simple love like that

Always giving, never asking back

Oh, when I'm in my final hour, looking back

I hope I had a simple love like that



My mama was his only little girl

If he'd had the money, he would have given her the world

Sitting on the front porch, together they would see

Oh, how I longed to hear that harmony



I want a simple love like that

Always giving, never asking back

Oh, when I'm in my final hour, looking back

I hope I had a simple love like that



I want a simple love like that

Always giving, never asking back

Oh, when I'm in my final hour, looking back

I hope I had a simple love like that