A hatcheta hammera 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 hatcheta hammera bucket of nails An' just my two handsbut 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 hatcheta hammera bucket of nails . . . ) Our happy home in the skies . . .