A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nailsAn’ all the wood I can findI’ll build me a cabin on top of the hillGot all the plans in my mind . . .Where the tree tops talk to the windWhere the eagle fliesI’ll bring her to see it the minute I’m throughWon’t she light up with surprise!A hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nailsAn’ just my two hands, but with some help from aboveThe walls will start risin’, the roof will go onThe final touch will be love . . .Where the tree tops talk to the windWhere the eagle fliesThe preacher will bless us as we hurry toOur happy home in the skies . . .As soon as we’re married,We’re movin’ in toOur happy home in the skies . . .( a hatchet, a hammer, a bucket of nails . . . )Our happy home in the skies . . .