How much do I owe you, said the husband to his wife For standing beside me through the hard years of my life Shall I bring you diamonds? Shall I buy you fur? Say the word and it's yours And his wife said, I won't take less than your love, sweet love No, I won't take less than your love All the riches of this world could never be enough And I won't take less than your love How much do I owe you, to the mother, said the son For all that you have taught me in the days when I was young Shall I bring expensive blankets to cast upon your bed And a pillow for to rest your weary head And the mother said, I won't take less than your love, sweet love No, I won't take less than your love All the comforts of this world could never be enough And I won't take less than your love How much do I owe you, said the man to his lord For giving me this day and all the days that's come before Shall I build a temple? Shall I make a sacrifice? Tell me, Lord, and I will pay the price And the Lord said, I won't take less than your love, sweet love No, I won't take less than your love All the treasures of this world could never be enough And I won't take less than your love Oh no, I won't take less than your love