You've been a fool, and so have I
But come. I'll be your (and be my) wife.
And let us try, before we die
To make some sense of life.
We're neither pure, nor wise, nor good.
We'll do the best we know.
We'll build our house and chop our wood
And make our garden grow...
And make our garden grow.
I thought the world was sugar cake
For so our master said.
But now I'll teach my hands to bake
Our loaf of daily bread.
We're neither pure, nor wise, nor good.
We'll do the best we know.
We'll build house and chop our wood.
And make our garden grow...
And make our garden grow.
Let dreamers dream
What worlds they please.
Those Edens can't be found.
The sweetest flowers, the fairest trees
Are grown in solid ground.
We're neither pure, nor wise, nor good.
We'll do the best we know.
We'll build our house and chop our wood
And make our garden grow...
And make our garden grow.