Little yellow housenSittin' on a hillnThat is where he livednThat is where he diednEvery Sunday morningnHear the weeping willows cry.nnTwo children bornnA beautiful wifenFour walls and livin's all he needed in life.nAlways givingnNever asking back.nOh, I wish I had a simple love like that.nnI want a simple love like that.nAlways giving, never asking backnWhen I'm in my final hour looking backnI hope I had a simple love like thatnnMy momma was his only little girlnIf he had the money he would have given her the worldnSittin' on the front porchnTogether they would singnOh, how I long to hear that harmony.nnI want a simple love like that.nAlways giving, never asking back.nWhen I'm in my final hour looking backnI hope I had a simple love like that.nnI want a simple love like that.nAlways giving, never asking back.nWhen I'm in my final hour looking backnI hope I had a simple love like that.nI hope I had a simple love like that.