Tekst
Little yellow house
Sittin' 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 livin's all he needed in life.
Always giving
Never asking back.
Oh, I wish 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
My momma was his only little girl
If he had the money he would have given her the world
Sittin' 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.
I hope I had a simple love like that.
