Órla Fallon - Simple love

A ^Clittle yellow house, sitting on a hill ^CThat is where he lived, that is where he died ^FEvery Sunday morning Hear the weeping willows^C cry

^CTwo children born, a beautiful wife ^CFour walls and living's all he needed in life ^FAlways giving Never asking ^Cback I ^Gwish I ^G7had a ^Amsimple love like ^Gthat

^CI want a simple love like that ^FAlways giving, never ^Fmasking back And when I'm ^Cin my final ^Amhour looking back I hope I've ^Chad a ^Gsimple love like ^Cthat

^CMy mamma was his only little girl ^CIf he'd had the money, he'd have given her the world ^FSitting on the front porch Together they would^C sing Oh, ^Ghow I ^G7long to ^Amhear that harmo^Gny

^CI want a simple love like that ^FAlways giving, never ^Fmasking back And when I'm ^Cin my final ^Amhour looking back I hope I've ^Chad a ^Gsimple love like ^Cthat

^FAlways giving, never ^Fmasking back And when I'm ^Cin my final ^Amhour looking back I hope I've ^Chad a ^Gsimple love like ^Cthat

^CI want a simple love like that ^FAlways giving, never ^Fmasking back And when I'm ^Cin my final ^Amhour looking back I hope I've ^Chad a ^Gsimple love like ^Cthat