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
A beautiful wife
Four walls and living's all he needed in life
Always giving, never asking back
I wish I had a simple love like that

I want a simple love like that
Always giving, never asking back
For when I'm in my final hour looking back
I hope I had a simple love like that

Momma was his only little girl
If he'd had the money he'd would have given her the world
Sitting on the front porch together they would sing
Oh, how I long to hear that harmony

I want a simple love like that
Always giving never asking back
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
When I'm in my final hour looking back
I hope I had a simple love like that