Youve been a fool and so have i
But come Ill be your wife
And let us try before we die
To make some sense of life
Were neither pure nor wise nor good
Well do the best we know
Well 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 Ill teach my hands to bake
Our loaf of daily bread
Were neither pure nor wise nor good
Well do the best we know
Well 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 cant be found
The sweetest flowers
The fairest trees
Are grown in solid ground
Were neither pure nor wise nor good
Well do the best we know
Well build our house and chop our wood
And make our garden grow
And make our garden grow