A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails
   an' all the wood I can find
   I'll 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
   I'll bring her to see it the minute I'm through
   won't 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 we're married,
   we're movin' in to
   our happy home in the skies . . .
  
   ( A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails . . . )
   Our happy home in the skies . . .