A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails
An all the wood I can find
Ill build me a cabin on top of the hill
Got all the plans in my mind . . .

Where the tree tops talk to the wind
Where the eagle flies
Ill bring her to see it the minute Im through
Wont she light up with surprise!

A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails
An just my two hands, but with some help from above
The walls will start risin, the roof will go on
The final touch will be love . . .

Where the tree tops talk to the wind
Where the eagle flies
The preacher will bless us as we hurry to
Our happy home in the skies . . .

As soon as were married,
Were movin in to
Our happy home in the skies . . .

( a hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails . . . )
Our happy home in the skies . . .