Make Our Garden Grow (from Candide) sing and play along

You've been a fool and so have I,

But come 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 sugarcake,

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 our 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 flow'rs, 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.