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