I will call the north woods home
Find some land there to own
You'll be waiting there, say hello
If I am dreaming leave me well enough alone
You will build the oak chairs and I
Will tend to the fire, at night
Sit close hold me tight
My love, no wrong all right... all right
Both of your pockets are filled with seeds
In mine you'll find, petals and leaves
Plant them in the ground and they will grow
All that we need is soil, sticks and stones
You will build the oak chairs and I
Will tend to the fire, at night
Sit close hold me tight
My love, no wrong all right... all right
Cloudless days are far and few
But the air is clear when I'm with you
Go, watch the sunset, under the waves dive
Run like the river, full and wild
You will build the oak chairs and I
Will tend to the fire, at night
Sit close hold me tight
My love, no wrong all right... all right