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