Honey, we don't need that much:
Flannel shirts and coffee in camping cups
We'll use our hands to work and love
Oh, the blessings that will come
Honey, we don't need that much:
A winter fire, a summer swimming hole
Just hold me tight and hold me close
Through the seasons I'll watch you grow
Honey, when it comes to offering up
A can of coins will never prove what we're worth
You have my word and you have my trust
We'll have more than enough