Lyric A Hatchet, A Hammer, A Bucket of Nails

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 . . .